The lady of the house and her mut.

A small series of photos me and my mother are working on, just for a little bit of fun. I'm just papping my mother every once in a while when she walks Samuel. Nothing much more to it, simple dog walking photos, like I said nothing more to it. Of course in my Ma's signature pink Parker and furred up boot sale boots. 

full of sorrow

Life isn't for fucking around with, you get one shot and one shot only.

I guess that's the motto that I'm taking upon myself to in the end become a nicer person with better prospects in life, because in all honesty I would kill to have my dream job but some how something isn't clicking inside and I feel like I'm failing. Not only do I feel like I'm failing myself as an artist or as a genuine nice guy; I'm also failing everybody that believed in me and put trust in me to do good things with my life. At point blank honesty I know I haven't been acting a good son, a good friend, or even just a good person to be around at times.

 Over the past couple of months I've become someone who I would have only dread becoming; I shan't go into detail about how awful I am but, you get the jist. I've been so stressed out with tons of stuff that I've neglected all the good in my life and focused on the bad and in doing so made a hideous habit out of it, everything is going potty up right now and it's all my fault. This means change, I say this all the time, but this time I really need to mean it.

This is in a way an informal apology to anyone and everyone who I have been unpleasant to. The majority of this apology goes towards my mother, I haven't been the best son I could be and I'm deeply sorry about that. I just hope I haven't caused any big scars in my life.

Some photos that I took last year that are yet to make an appearance on my blog. 

So here you are, all and well with a little gif.

Ruth Jones photography.

So today I was in the studio with fellow photographer and friend Ruth Jones, and she decided to take my portrait. The real me, the real stressed out tired looking me.

Check out her blog her, she's got some great projects on the go. 

http://ruthjonesphotography.blogspot.com/2012/02/jac-10th-february.html

Dead town.

This fine art project I'm working on is inspired death and tragedy within a community, in this case im focusing especially on my own home town; March, part of The Fens in Cambridgeshire. The images below are only a starting point of which I'm continuing over the coming months to better the quality and get more in depth stories behind the events that have happened

People may or may not understand quite what I'm trying to achieve within this series but on expansion and depth I am hoping to achieve a hard hitting documentary piece that evokes your emotions and thoughts. Each one of these spaces that I have photographed have experienced death in one way or another.

click on the first image to view them in better quality

The biohazard

A house of which a body was found and had been removed out of.

The accident

The place of a tragic car crash, the family or friends often lay new flowers and crucifixes in their memory.

The mystery

Only recently the body of a middle aged gentleman was found in the river Nene.

The graveyard

The traffic accident scrap yard has a eerie atmosphere always with hundreds of mutilated car bodies are left.