Shaw

Two Seconds

Two Seconds

As a reportage photographer rapidly developing stories, unpredictable action and consequently fast shutter speeds tend to be my primary domain. But within those .somethings of a second that I ultimately capture I always seek to find a truth - to reveal something, some essence, big or small of the subjects and scenes in front of me that I can give back to the viewer to help them understand not just what was happening but who the people in these photographs really are.

Fresh Eyes

Fresh Eyes

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the rising move towards instancy in everything we do. From Twitter to Netflix to reducing the thirst for knowledge to scanning the top line of a smartphone google search we live in a society where time and space is seldom afforded. We want instant access, instant gratification, instant response and decisions. But sometimes time is the essential ingredient in allowing us reflect on where we’ve been, what we’ve done and what was really important all along.

19 October 2018 at 19:15 pm (Belfast, Northern Ireland)

19 October 2018 at 19:15 pm (Belfast, Northern Ireland)

There’s more than a little irony at play when speaking and attempting to inspire at a photography conference hampers your capacity to actually take many photographs but that, dear reader, is the paradox I find myself in this week, having just returned from Northern Ireland late last night.

12 October 2018 at 12:45 pm (Malton, England)

12 October 2018 at 12:45 pm (Malton, England)

I’m always seeing photographs but I don’t always take them. Most of them I just register in my mind and enjoy without the need to press the shutter. Since moving to a new town earlier this year though I seem to find that internal trigger going off more and more often…

5 October 2018 at 15:34 pm (Scarborough, England)

5 October 2018 at 15:34 pm (Scarborough, England)

It’s fair to say that in the summer months every space is filled, every arcade becomes a cacophony of jangling coins clattering through the penny slots and the sands and promenade are brimming with visitors munching on ice cream and fish & chips as they walk with opportunistic seagulls circling overhead well into the evening.

But it’s no longer summer in Scarborough.