Atom cloud.

The Control Tower. Davidstow, Cornwall. In a vast flat landscape, criss-crossed with the old concrete runways of the abandoned WWII airfield, sits the most incongruous building. If ever there was a strange place for an airfield then this would be it. Bleak, windy, and permanently flooded in fog.

Lines.

Long right.

Daymer Bay breaking in failing winter sun.

Hazy days of winter.

Fragments...

Shelter.

KT Tunstall got the words wrong.

The Impossible Project blog: 8 exposures with....

me...

I was honoured to take part in a new feature on The Impossible Project's blog, 8 exposures with... I had to pick 8 photos for the piece, which can be seen above.

Check out the interview and photos and send them in your suggestions for other instant film fanatics you'd like to see dissected like this in public. As usual click on the photos to get launched into Flickr.

Dartmoor, Dartmoor...

Dartmoor is a deliriously beautiful place. Superficially stark, dead, and bleak, but full of magic, treasures, and an overwhleming sense of place.

A union in Bristol.

A wonderful day in the Paintworks in Bristol with Nick and Kate. I gave them the best prints on the day, but here are a few more...

A wedding down west.

My good friends Matt and Abi were wed in the Badlands of St Agnes. Thankfully we all survived and I left with some polas of the big day.

Must do it again soon.

These photos are old, but it was nice to revisit them.
Taken on a walk with The Gentleman Amateur.

Old Pine.

Been listening to far too much Ben Howard lately after seeing a beautiful set at Greenman...
But this song was a good excuse to rediscover this old tree in the archives. I used to pass him every day on the way to work, but now he's just a slowly fading memory on a bit of Polaroid paper. Kinda suits him.

Hofmann's end.

If all days were like this one.

Identity issues...

My Polanoid seems to be having identity issues... Either that or the Doc has sold out to Yahoo.

A metaphorical treasure hunt.

There are many ways to see the world.

Return to the moor.

It's always different. But always the same...

Jonathan.

“Who is more responsible than a gull who finds and follows meaning, a higher purpose for life? For a thousand years we have scrabbled after fish heads, but now we have a reason to live – to learn, to discover, to be free!"

What he had once hoped for the Flock, he now gained for himself alone; he learned to fly, and was not sorry for the price that he had paid.

Jonathan Seagull discovered that boredom and fear and anger are the reasons that gull’s life is so short and with these gone from his thought, he lived a long fine life indeed.

The same rule holds for us now, of course: we choose our next world through what we learn in this one. Learn nothing , and the next is the same as this one, all the same limitations and lead weights to overcome”

Polaroid Week Day 5 (and a bonus dragon).