Issue 005 - Words From The Editor

It's the 5th edition of our monthly format and I for one am really happy with how this is working out. The Kage members are always chatting on a daily basis, but it's been fantastic to see just how productive we can be as a group by simply applying a deadline. This is something I've been noticing more and more in my own life. If there's a deadline stuff will get done, but without one things just slip down a constantly evolving To Do list.

We went with the theme of "New Light" this month, which is maybe a little looser perhaps than previous ones. Being in the UK, Kevin and I will take any light we can get to be honest. I actually thought Kevin had hopped on a plane to Spain for a day when I saw his essay this month. Sunshine, saturated colours. Kevin Mullins? The UK?

Some of this months other content includes a camera strap review by Charlene that is inexpensive and could save your life. I revisit a place of mystery from my childhood 40 years on (this time without Fonz embroidered into my jeans). Patrick is forced to look at his own mortality and Bert has a midlife crisis after seeing stars. Robert finds another new town down under that isn't that new after all and Flemming and Vincent have different views on what a field of dreams should look like.

Hope you enjoy our May edition as much as I have

Derek Clark, Scotland, UK

40 Years On

Photography and Text By Derek Clark

1976 was the ultimate long hot summer in Scotland. It seemed to go on forever and the school holidays, for once, coincided with the good weather. I spent three weeks of those holidays with my family on a campsite at the edge of Loch Long (a loch is like a lake only more Scottish:o).

We would spend as much time playing in the water as possible, cooling off as we screamed and laughed for most of the day. Then, without warning, a siren would sound from the opposite end of the loch, a noise that wouldn't be out of place during a WWII air-raid. A voice would call out "Torpedo" followed by at least another twenty people calling out the word again. We would then get out of the water, onto the beach and wait patiently. Several minutes would pass and then the siren would sound again to signal that it was safe to go back in the water. It could be a little annoying when this happened again and again, but as kids, we also thought it was kinda cool that the torpedo base had just fired a test shot beneath the dark salt water. We always looked for a sign, but of course all the action happened way below the surface.

The torpedo base was operational between 1912 and 1986 and 12,000 torpedoes were said to have been fired down the loch in 1944 alone. I went back to photograph it forty years after that long hot summer and thirty years since closing. Fire had already ripped through the base and part of it had been demolished. Graffiti artists had made their mark and vandals had smashed every window. It's only a matter of time until what's left of the base is gone forever.

As a boy, I had seen this base as a dark and secretive place. Who knew what went on it there. I would often fantasise that it was full of spies and James Bond type characters. But it's 40 years on and I'm seeing it in a new light. Another part of my childhood gone. The future isn't what it used to be!

My Photographic Midlife Crisis - Chaos


Over the last few months I’ve been very frustrated by my own work, I’ve been having doubts of where I want/should take my career and I bought the biggest lens that exists for my camera while I don’t even like shooting long lenses. All the signs point to a photographic midlife crisis. 

Sometimes I feel I’m getting close to grasp what it is that I want to do. But it stays just out of reach. Other times I’m completely sure that I found my new path. And then the next day I run into something completely opposite that I like just as well. I feel the need to make choices, be bold, but that’s a recipe for disaster if those choices are not based on some solid foundations. I question everything I do: shooting style, subjects, post processing, lens choices. I even doubt many things that have been the result of years of working hard to get it right. On the other hand, it’s not that I want to stop what I’ve been doing completely and jump into something very different. I know that there are many elements of my work that I want to keep, I just don’t know which ones. 

All this has led to chaos in my mind, relentless searching for information, writing down new business plans and many sleepless nights. Sometimes, I’m really considering to forget about it all and just keep doing exactly what I’ve been doing for the last years. But honestly that’s an option that doesn’t exist for a creative mind. I will just have to push through this somehow.

Lately I’ve come to see all this in a completely different way. When talking to my KAGE buddies and other creative friends, I found out that I’m not alone in experiencing this. We all go through these phases from time to time. I’ve come to accept it as a necessity for growing as an artist and as a person. I’ve even started to see it as a positive kind of chaos. I can’t fight it, nor can I force a conclusion. It just has to come through experimentation and reflection. 

For now, for most of my assigned work, I’ll stick to my old ways. On the other side of the spectrum is my personal work, which is all over the map as you can probably tell from the gallery in this article. I’m just shooting as much as I can, trying as much different things that I find even remotely interesting. Right now, the work is very eclectic and I know that I’m going to hate some of it very soon. But slowly there are also patterns that are becoming clear. For the uninformed user it may still look confusing but when I look at my recent personal work, there are keywords that come to mind like: nature, exploration, innovation, … 

I’m still very much at the start of this whole process but since I’ve started to accept and even embrace the chaos, I’m actually looking forward to how it will continue. I intend to bring you along for the ride and turn this article into a monthly series. 

It would be interesting to see what YOU see or miss in the images in this gallery, so don’t hold back in the comments. 

Constant States of Conversion

Text and photography by Patrick La Roque

The sun changes everything around here—the spirits stir, people freed by the shedding of their winter skin. As if we all get to be new again, every spring. For a few minutes I just stand on the sidewalk, looking up into the warmth, soaking it in.

These are strange days for me, heavy with what I sometimes feel are a few too many milestones. Last week I caught up to my dad; that is, I reached the age he was when he died. How fucked up is that? To realize you will always, from this point on, be older than your father, travelling a path he never walked? To understand—physically understand— how brief it all was for god. I feel at once insanely lonely and profoundly blessed. 

Milestones? Yeah. No shit.

I guess I'm slowly realizing this is our reality: flux. Constant states of conversion forcing us to re-evaluate what we thought was true. We're the ever-changing light in the city, those moving shadows and shifting surfaces I love so much. 

Transient and forever renewed.

Field of Dreams


The past, the present and the future.

Connecting it all through the eyes of my loved one.

What I wouldn't give for the chance to go Home one more time.

Is there enough magic to grant me that wish?


A roadtrip.

A first.

Unexplored territory.

The Place Where Dreams Come True.



It seems like a lot of cities of a certain age have a suburb named Newtown - or Villeneuve, or the local equivalent. The general rule seems to be that they're usually the second centre to be created, after the main downtown area becomes established; so, most often, they're just a little more than walking distance from the core of the city, but easily accessible by modern transportation.

Somehow though, that distance acts as a barrier just long enough for them to get a bit run down, to lag behind the modernisation or gentrification that hits the closer suburbs first. So, they're the last bastion of the independent shopkeep, the stores set up thirty to fifty years ago in the one location, who are still hanging on - even as the shopping malls and megastores spring up nearby...

Star(s) and Stripes


Cuba has a complicated relation with the USA. The recent visit of president Obama was a very important step in reforging the historical bond between America and that little island off the coast of Florida. 

When I was in Havana in the beginning of the year, I noticed that the government still desperately tries to hold up the worn out image of communism/socialism. At the same time, most of the people seem to be sick and tired of it. After all, it takes only one little step outside "tourist Havana" to see that the system has failed in many aspects. The people of Havana are proud to be Cuban but a lot of them are at the same time longing desperately for America.  

The Cuban and the American flag share stars (well, just one star in Cuba's case) and stripes. In the streets of Havana those two flags seem to blend. Just like the idolization of the USA blends with Cuban pride. 



Blé adolescent
Terre en overdose
Barcarolles animales
Vent d'ouest
Eclipse coquelicot
Signature d'une hirondelle
Aube lumineuse

Adolescent wheat
Earth in overdose
Animal barcaroles
Western wind
Poppy eclipse
A sparrow's signature
Luminous dawn

When the Sun Shines in Britain


This weekend, the United Kingdom saw sunshine.  

It was a newsworthy event, as temperatures soared to a dizzy 21 degrees for the first time (it seems) sense 1955.

In a nod to the great English photographer, Martin Parr, I have been working on an ongoing personal project that I have subjectively titled "Britain Burns".

For the purpose of this month's Kage theme, A New Light, I wanted to shoot some images for us that formed part of my personal project but also showcased the incredibly British attitude towards this "New Light" - the sunshine.  Whenever it makes its rare appearance it seems the same things happen.  And they always happen in a very British way.

It seems that we Brits are born with this natural urge to acquiesce to the sun whenever it puts its hat on.  I see it as a rite of passage as Britain Burns and we have an inane propinquity with each other when this rarest of events unfolds before our eyes.

I am very aware that at the time of writing this, the area of Alberta in Canada is struggling with a very serious issue and the timing of this post is coincidental.  Whilst we in Western Europe embrace the heat on this day, my heart, prayers and thoughts go out to those in Canada who are affected by a burning of a very different nature.

All of these images were taken with the Fuji X-70 and the Wide Angle Converter which for me has presented another epiphany in terms of the way I can shoot candid street photography.