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A talented photographic contemporary and dear friend of mine once said to me, “All cameras are just boxes with holes in the front really, it’s what you look at through them that matters.” And that […]
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I’d driven past this part of the Cote d’Azur a few times without stopping. Then The Belgian made an appointment for us both and it appeared on my map. But it wasn’t new to my […]
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I was always of a singletracked mind. Riding mountain bikes in England usually turned the bars toward hidden technical trails like a water diviner finding a stream. That was what the bikes I owned sought […]
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There was a strong smell that inhabited the room. Warm, sweet, familiar and slightly burned. It more than filled it, defining the space – like a fog. I didn’t know where I knew it from […]
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The call came and the plane left. France to Belgium, Belgium to England, then England back to France. Mostly with The Other Belgian. He was writing about visiting the UK for a day for a […]
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In a way I wish I had a map of all the places I’ve photographed people. I suppose in the bicycle years it’d largely be a map of the Alps, Dolomites and Belgium. I have […]
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Not so much four seasons in one day, but perhaps two. In that way a mountain can close it’s weather in when it’s had enough of you, the bottom of the ascent was blissful and […]
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A couple of days ago I learned that the mum of my ‘Italian family’ passed away this week. This left me numb with sadness as my virtual sister told me on the telephone from Italy. […]
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