A trip to Sidmouth allowed me the chance to attempt to emulate the artist Paul Nash’s talent in photographing fallen trees and making them look like monsters or surreal objects placed menacingly in fields. Here’s the book of his photographs which I’ve found so inspirational:
My favourite photographer wasn’t actually a photographer. He took fewer photographs in his lifetime than I can put on a single memory card in my camera. He was given a fixed lens camera by his wife and only ever used that one camera and lens. His photography was often simply a way of visual note-taking.
Here are some examples of his photography:
I’m chasing his shadow.
Here’s one of his photographs: