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La Paz, Bolivia: views from the cable car
Views of the city of my birth, La Paz, Bolivia, contrast with the 1975 black and whites I took
Four instances of a recollection: Lake Titicaca
Part 2 of my travels in La Paz, Bolivia. I was on a boat on my way to Moon and Sun Islands (sacred in the mythology of the Incas), there were about 30 people in all and no one seemed to notice this tree growing in a promontory of rock in the middle of the lake...
The River Rother - Bodiam, East Sussex
Next to Bodiam castle runs a small river, providing a tamed English landscape...
To Serranias de Murillo
Two 15 mile walks on the highlands of La Paz, Bolivia. This first to view the range in its majestic presence and the second to walk its bofedales (marshlands) to access the pass on the right. The second trip was most challenging with temperatures well below freezing with the fog and clouds turning to ice on the bowlders we walked on.
Somewhere in the Bolivian Andes
Delving into past photographs and viewing them now beyond the snap-shot moving towards Creative Photography
Old buildings in the sunlight
Old buildings in a Sicilian sunlight and the passage of time...
Greenwich Park in the snow - part 2
This second collection of Greenwich Park in the snow compares differently from the first one because I used my Nikon D7000 with a wide angle lens. When processing both collections I released the difference in data output by each one of the cameras which informed the final result in colour and tone.
Looking back: dawn over La Paz
On our way to SerranĂ­as de Murrillo, early morning and looking back over the city we left behind.
To Cairoma along the Kimsa Cruz cordillera
Not long ago when visiting the country of my birth I decided to visit the lands where my grandparents' properties were located: Cairoma and Araca, south of the city of La Paz. The stories I heard as a child of long journeys my mother as small children, her brothers and sisters undertook, travelling on baskets either side of mules through mountains, fertile valleys, high altitude planes and multi coloured lakes, on narrow paths, through wind swept canyons so windy that often the pack mules would be pushed to the precipice below. These childhood images have stayed with me and I have travelled in my imaginations with the images in this collection. The monochrome photograph shows my father to the left with riding boots next to his father, wearing a hat third from the left; my uncle Alberto, third from the right and his wife the left of my grandfather Molina. This seems to be a marriage of two young locals.
Pictorialism, a photographic essay: Landscapes
I have collected some of my previous works that can possibly fit within the parameters of Pictorialism.
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