Beyond the obvious

Today I went on journey through my archives. It's scary how many images a photographer accumulates. I was trying to find a few images in particular and must confess my collection has grown organically and without very good management over time. Yes, I have gone through periods of frantically deleting rubbish, but then the next urgent thing comes up and it's back to square one. I've yet to find a really good and easy way to organise my digital archives. I used to back everything up on DVD so it's a job trawling through them even with labels and descriptions. From now on I've vowed to delete all the crap straight-away. Heard that one before, have you. I mean it. If anyone out there has got a good system that doesn't break the bank I'd love to hear from you. All the best, Paul

It's been a while since I uploaded a picture. So here's one that I hope you like. As always if you have a question or a comment please do not hesitate to email me. Electricity, domestic and natural together in a single composition. Lightning can discharge at 200,000 Volts while domestic supplies in Europe typically provide 240 volts. Nature's power is awsome.

I used to call myself a fine art photographer because the non-commercial pictures that I take are a personal expression of the way that I see the world. I want to communicate emotion, beauty, the importance of certain things - my vision. Using every bit of knowledge, technique, light, form, shape, understanding of aesthetics, I strive to craft an image that has power and integrity. So why do I say I used to call myself a fine art photographer? Because I think that the label fine art photographer has become devalued by the rubbish that it is now used to describe. Images with no aesthetic value, poorly composed, technically pathetic and worst of all singularly lacking any semblance of communicating anything other than the complete lack of skill by the 'artist' in anything photographic are now published in books, hung on gallery walls and bowed down to by the same public that praised the emperor's new clothes . In the days of Man Ray fine art photography meant something. It...