Chicago Style

Chicago Style

In 1871 Chicago had its fire. Mrs O’Leary’s cow kicked over a lantern in the barn. The city was built of timber – not just houses but boardwalks, road blocks, fences – and with the weather tinder dry, four square miles went up in flames as the...
Escaping the Tunnel

Escaping the Tunnel

I have agonised over whether to write this piece, but after the interest that the previous piece on cancer has generated, and the continuing interest in my 2013 piece on beating type 2 diabetes, I thought I should share my experience in the hope that it will shed...
Art lives Outside the Hive

Art lives Outside the Hive

An artist friend of mine spent Christmas in Bangkok. They wrote to me saying: “I could not get over the tension and apocalyptic nature of the street experience I have been sensing in Asia. I started to break down the elements I was reacting to and analyzing my...
Surfs Up

Surfs Up

There were only half a dozen cars at the barn. The sky was bright on the left, grey and a sullen blue black on the right. I hesitated, wondering whether discretion was the better part of valour, but then lifted the cameras from the car and set off down the track...
Sunset Colour Cliché Conundrums

Sunset Colour Cliché Conundrums

It has become such a global cliché. Around the world photographs by the thousand capture the glory of earth’s sunsets. I’m no exception to the happy snapper brigade, even though in Seaford the celebrations of this daily event tend to be moderated by cloud, rain, mist...
A Riot of Colour

A Riot of Colour

Seaford continually delights and inspires. I have a walk to get bread, newspaper etc. that takes me up the cliffs and down again along the beach. In December last year I took a series of snapshots of the setting sun, glorying in the outrageous colours (making the...