17:25 Christmas Eve, Yurakucho by Kristen McQuillin
That’s me, alone on the end of the platform there. My usual bad timing. Both trains have shut their doors and are pulling away. I’m stranded for 3 minutes until the next train arrives–an...
Archive for the ‘Reflections’ category:
A wedding from the past by David Sheriton
There’s a well known question used by magazines in interviews and sometimes in dinner party games that goes, “if there was a fire at your home what is the one item you would have to save”. It’s...
Sunrise Summer by David White
Ah this picture. Far past the subject matter, this picture reminds me of all things good. This was taken at about 5:00am on June 2001. I had gone out to see a band with a girl the night before and then...
Smell the flowers by Vern Glass
In this age of stress and worry there is quiet relief, even in the middle of an urban development. Just take the time to enjoy it. There comes a time in our lives when we stop to smell the flowers, usually...
Snow by Dean Toussaint
I took this photo four years ago in Southampton, UK. My best friend and I went away for a couple of months to France and England after a particularly bad year for us both. My friends mother had passed...
Around the world in a silly hat by Gavin Gough and Jo Power
This is a photograph of me. It wasn’t actually taken by me, to state the blindingly obvious, but by my girlfriend Jo. It shows me sitting upon a hillside on Amantani, a remote island that lies far...
Number 47 by Jo Petty
This picture reminds me of many things. Firstly, all the jewellery shown is silver. This is because I have an allergic reaction to gold if I wear it, so I can only wear sterling silver. I discovered I...
My Dad and Your Dad; Mr John Lee Hooker by Jules Vilmur
Two years ago tonight I stood pressed against the foot of the stage at The Catalyst, breathless with some kind of spiritual awe, close enough to see the lines in his hands and the dust on his shoes. Two...
Making worlds by Gareth Jones
This is a picture of my son, Owen, a few days after his third birthday. He’s sprawled across our kitchen floor, playing with a truck. Except, to him, that’s not the kitchen floor. It’s...
A girl in a field by Margaret
Clearing out old boxes buried in the back of my wardrobe I rediscovered Margie. It is 30 years (almost to the day) since the photograph was taken. So long ago that she is almost unrecognisable to me....