Time and access. Not always do you get this with photo essays, but sometimes you get just about enough.
Always, on reflection, I would have liked a little more time so that I could communicate whatever it is I wanted to communicate.
My Black and White Photo Essays
Time and access. Not always do you get this with photo essays, but sometimes you get just about enough. Always, on reflection, I would have liked a little more time so that I could communicate whatever it is I wanted to communicate.
Of course, I’d love it if you looked at each picture essay. But if you’re in a rush, please look at the first. It’s called The Survivors and it’s the important one.
The children made refugees by the South Sudan Civil War have had to cope with malnourishment, unimaginable trauma and living their formative years in a camp.
Lost in Music
The music starts. You’ve left your troubles at the door. Time to lose yourself. Next up in my black and white photo essays is Lost in Music.
The Wedding Crashers
Hour upon hour of counting down and catching repetitive small talk. And then the couple flashed past in a carriage and it was all over.
Nevertheless, I had a blast.
London in Black & White
Yes, it sounds quite grand as a photo essay title. But it is, what it is. London.
I have a page with just portraits of artists. In the meantime, I’m off to work on another essay. Should you wish to see some colour photo essays, might I suggest The Royal Photographic Society as a starting point.
The Black and White Picture Photographer
The pictures were taken by me, David. Should you have a minute, you can read more about me. Thank you for dropping by.
I’m in Tauranga, New Zealand if you’re in the neighbourhood.
Tel: +64 27 462 3126