Recent Photographic Work

After completing my zine, Greenock/Gourock, mentioned in a previous post, I continued working on two other photo zines also relating to Greenock: Fifty and Greenock Central to Glasgow Central. I then decided to combine all three into a book, with the images from each zine as a separate section or chapter. The book version is called Gourock, Greenock, Glasgow. I've printed up some copies of both the individual zines and the book compilation. Below are the intro texts for each zine (these have been slightly edited for the book version but not changed substantively), plus two images from each zine/book section.

Intro text for Greenock/Gourock:

I live in Gourock; I go shopping in Greenock. I walk around Gourock; I travel to Greenock by bus. This zine is about the differences and similarities between the two places. 

Gourock (current population 10,000) was originally a fishing village, then a seaside resort, and is now a suburban residential area. It has a few shops, but no real economy. Rather, people travel from there to work, mainly by car. Some no doubt have jobs in Greenock, but others commute to Glasgow, which is about an hour away on the motorway. I rent a room here, but the area where I live is mostly a zone of owneroccupation, with detached or semidetached houses set back from the street by gardens. However, Gourock also has several areas of public housing, which are more densely inhabited and have more generic architecture. 

Greenock (current population 41,000) is a larger regional centre, with local government buildings for Inverclyde Council, a shopping mall, chain supermarkets, etc. But it is itself a satellite of Glasgow, and its nineteenthcentury prosperity depended on that proximity: that is, it is closer to the mouth of the Clyde Estuary than Glasgow, so it was easier and cheaper for some ships to unload sugar, tobacco and cotton there rather than continue on to the larger city. The town was also a centre for shipbuilding and related industries. Like many Atlantic ports and old industrial centres, Greenock’s fortunes have fallen, but it retains a busy freightcontainer terminal – and during the summer cruise ships use the town as a base for day trips. Greenock has greater visible extremes of wealth disparity than Gourock, with larger council estates, including tower blocks, but also very grand individual houses, most of which seem to date back to the town's heyday. 

Suburbia is a place where dogs bark at solitary walkers. Being without a car and being alone are both inherently suspicious states of being – taking photographs is even worse. If I could completely efface myself, I would. I live a marginal existence, and I wanted these photos to express that: to depict not an invasion of privacy, but a reluctance to trespass. A sense of distance and withdrawal – of tactfulness.

Intro text for Fifty:

I recently moved into a Housing Association flat in Greenock, a small post-industrial town near Glasgow. When I counted up, I realised that this is the fiftieth place I’ve ever lived, which – since I’m in my mid-fifties – averages out at just over a year per location. The longest I’ve ever stayed in one place was in the house where I was born, for the first eight years of my life, followed by my aunt’s house in Liverpool, where I lived during my time in secondary school from 1981–8, and again for several months in 1998. The longest I’ve stayed anywhere as an adult was a rented flat in Sydney from 2006–11. I’m still surprised to have ended up in Greenock, but I’m glad to have an apartment to myself after several years renting rooms in shared accommodation. Because it’s a Housing Association flat, I can stay here as long as I want. So I’m trying to get to know my town: to relearn what it might mean to inhabit a place.

Intro text for Greenock Central to Glasgow Central:

Train windows were the original screen technology. Long before the invention of cinema, they offered an endlessly scrolling spectacle to a seated passenger, who could not touch, enter or otherwise affect the world beyond the glass. The photographs in this zine were taken on train journeys between Greenock Central and Glasgow Central stations during February 2025. It might seem odd to think of these images in terms of spectacle, since that word normally implies something impressive or dramatic, and mostly what they show is the reverse of things. Back gardens, industrial estates, brownfield sites – along with the infrastructure of the railway itself: bridges, power lines, and so on. But in many respects photographing from a train window is like photographing a cinema screen. On previous projects, I moved around a possible subject on foot, looking at it from different vantage points, and I often returned to the same site multiple times. Here, I couldn’t change my position, except insofar as the train itself carried me along. At most I could choose which side of the train I sat on, or which direction I faced. Or I could adjust my angle of view, for example with a zoom lens. 

There were other constraints. I sometimes had less than a second to frame and photograph a subject moving past me at up to 90 mph, and if I missed it, the only way to have another go was to retake the same journey. In addition, the window glass, usually rather dirty, worked like a giant Vaseline filter, and, even worse, often held intrusive reflections from the train interior. When moving at fast speeds, there were also far narrower tolerance limits for focus and shutter speed than normal. I’ve tried to minimise all these effects, but haven’t been able to eliminate them entirely. Under these circumstances, it was necessary to redefine what a ‘good’ photograph was: it became one that invoked the experience as much as one that described the subject. To put it another way, the constraints became part of the subject.

Two images from each zine/section:

None of this work is currently available for purchase. I've just printed sample copies for myself and friends. Maybe someone else will publish it in future, or maybe not – more likely the latter, given the economics of photography publishing. I may take some of the sample copies to a local zine fair or two. But it was worth doing I think, irrespective of the outcome. Anyway, that's enough photography for the foreseeable future. Back to writing!