Resting in the shade and peace of the park. #York 2014

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Sunday, a day of rest; even for the guardian of the gate.

#York 2014

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A relic of times long past; I can remember buying cigarettes from this machine just once. I didn’t smoke them though, they were flovourless, cheap tobacco; feeble compared to my preferred brun* or half coronas.

#Sheffield 2013

*Gauloise, the classic French cigarette. You could tar an autoroute with the smoke from them.

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In Doncaster; a plea for tolerance. As it was in Doncaster it hid safely down a back street.At the time the town had an elected mayor who made UKIP look liberal. Doncaster, 2012

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“No matter how much crap you gotta plow through to stay alive as a photographer, no matter how many bad assignments, bad days, bad clients, snotty subjects, obnoxious handlers, wigged-out art directors, technical disasters, failures of the mind, body, and will, all the shouldas, couldas, and wouldas that befuddle our brains and creep into our dreams, always remember to make room to shoot what you love. It’s the only way to keep your heart beating as a photographer.”

Joe McNally, writing (truthfully) in The Moment It Clicks: Photography Secrets from One of the World’s Top Shooters.

I have this quote written out on my office wall. It generalises out easily to encompass any form of creative act. Like many folk, Joe included I suspect, I sometimes have trouble remembering it as all the shouldas, couldas, and wouldas that befuddle my brain creep into my dreams.

Pillars of the church in Minster Yard; #York 2014

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On Brown Street; Sheffield. #sheffield #reflections

Windows into a different world. Minster Yard, #York 2014

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Ecclesiastical VIP area? #York 2014

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“This white-knuckle adventure porn, it doesn’t appeal to me in the slightest.”

Filmmaker Terry Abraham in Summit 74

Terry Abraham explaining succinctly why I now read little mountaineering literature, and why much adventure film making makes me cringe.

I climb as a form of meditation, of experience, not to show how ‘radical’ I am, or to sell a ruddy soft drink.