Refraction I   Refraction II

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These four frames of multi-coloured light came about through a moment of almost inconsequential observation, on an ordinary morning.

I was in one of the bedrooms at my mother’s house in Essex, eastern England, and caught sight of a patch of light on the wall. It was like a rainbow had collapsed onto a flat surface. 

It took some time to discover the source of this prism – in another bedroom across the hallway, strong sunlight had caught a silver photograph frame and was throwing its refraction many metres into this mesmerising fallen arc of colour.

I took some shots of this as it changed form and threatened to disappear altogether. Back in London, I simply softened the frames to remove the texture of the wall, which blended the stripes of red, orange, indigo, violet, green and blue.

Just a small moment of colour caught for good…

The Photo Shop


Poppy banner

Daybreak, 100 years after the end of World War One. I went to the Tower of London, expecting few people to be there. But the area was packed with people.

They had come to glimpse at a spectacle which has captured imaginations. The moat of this famous landmark has been gradually filled with a sea of ceramic poppies – 888,246 to be precise. Each represents a British military fatality during the 1914-18 conflict.

On this chilly early morning, viewers were taking in the sight and almost universally taking snapshots. More than five million visitors later, this has been photographed from practically every angle. I found myself drawn to the people gazing at the mass of scarlet and the occasional tributes to fallen veterans.

As the removal of the poppies begins, I wonder whether visitors came to glimpse a landmark art installation or really did treat it as an act of remembrance. Either way, this has made a deep and lasting impact.

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Gallery entrance

Estuary Essex

WH Osborne

This is about an Essex town that sits at the wide open mouth of the River Thames before it flows into the North Sea.

Leigh-on-Sea is just half-an-hour on the train from London, taking you from the urban might of the City through the desolate yet beautiful countryside lining the river’s estuary.

The older part of Leigh sits astride the waterfront, and is full of charm and wonder. When the tide is out, boats sit helplessly on the silt and there is a hint of heavy industry across the river in Kent, while on this side the cockle sheds prevail.

It’s easy to be absorbed into this landscape as the sun comes and goes, heralding different textures and colours. Lunch was a hearty plate of rock eel and chips, evoking warm childhood memories of my home county by the water.

The Photo Shop

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Sailing club


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