Just a quick note...

The snow has melted, crocuses are poking their heads through the soil, green buds are starting to appear on branches - at times like these a young man's thoughts naturally turn to ... the exhibition of fine-art photography. Ahem. So:

'Imagine' at the Deborah Martin Gallery, Los Angeles from March 11th to April 4th.

'Mind's Eye' at the Center for Fine Art Photography, Fort Collins CO. from May 29th to June 20th.

I have pics from Radium Street in each of these (thanks to Chris Rauschenberg and Susan Burnstine!) so it's nice that the series is starting to get an airing, even if it's still not really finished.

Did notice, when pricing the prints for sale, that since the value of the pound collapsed it's become much more affordable for overseas buyers to purchase my prints. In US dollars it's nearly a third cheaper than just a year or two ago. Take advantage of the UK's economic malaise!

All Change

After a few weeks of moderately stressful negotiations it has been confirmed - I appear to have bought a house. Crikey. This may turn out to be a bad move if things don't pick up economy-wise, but for the moment I'm just enjoying the prospect of more room to work and wallspace to hang pictures. And, of course, the freedom to strut around the place in my undercrackers if I so choose.

Seems to be the season for changes, as I also have to report that the band's next gig (in Chorlton on the 28th) will be our last with our current drummer. Danny and I started the band - oh so many years ago - so whatever comes next is bound to be a big transition...

Rendezvous

OK, so the "be more active on the blog" thing hasn't really been working out. So far 2009 has been divided up into alternating periods of being overly busy and overly unwell. I'm trying to move house too, which isn't exactly a help...

But, anyway, I shall try to do better!

I was at the Chinese New Year celebrations in Manchester's Chinatown today, and stood watching dragon dancers, next to some people eating a Massamun curry with chips, while snow came down in powdery, gusty sheets. The combination seemed very Mancunian, and is something I'll remember from this winter, which is what bought the above photo to mind. This was another winter morning - G and I were on a hillside, not long after sunrise, looking down on the city, but only seeing the tops of the CIS and Beetham towers sticking up through the freezing fog. Up on the hill, though, it was crystal clear, so cold, so still, frozen grass crunching beneath our feet...