Crisp, clear air. Radiant sunlight. Explosive colours. Living in Australia, I forgot how beautiful a proper autumn can be.
Usually when someone points my own camera at me, I’m uncomfortable, and possibly irritated. Occasionally someone I really trust takes it, someone I’m open to and who really sees me, and they make a picture I actually like.
Photographing children almost feels like cheating.
Every few weeks, Jens cuts my hair. He’s an old school barber, and an old school Hamburger, living and working in St. Pauli since the mid eighties.
Autumn has well and truly begun.
An unexpected scene on the way home tonight, where things just seemed to line up on their own.
It’s been quite a few days without a new picture. It’s taken a while to get back in the rhythm after my trip to the Czech Republic, and I’ve been flat out with a workshop all weekend, where I shot a large group of remarkable friends figuring out how to work better together.
Less than welcoming weather in Hamburg, but wet streets and umbrella huddles make for good pictures.
Despite the title, I’m no great fan of churches. They seem to me like a great deal of expense and effort, for the glory of a non-existent guy in the sky. But I’m totally in love with stained glass windows, like this one in the Prague cathedral, and their stunning colours.