Richards Ramblings

Car Parks and Cities. I am sitting in one of the car parks on the outskirts of Hemel Hempstead. The rain is hammering down on the car and in front of me is one of the major routes out of town. From the road, there is a constant drum and hiss of cars passing by along. The sound of sirens and horns blowing flood the area with a din. My customer is closed. So I sit here in my car in a car park alongside a busy road. Of all the places I could go...

Creation To start this, I wanted to look at the definition of the word. “Creation” is the act of creating something. Really? To “create” is to bring something into existence. So, in essence, it is starting with nothing but at the end of a process, there will be something in existence that was not there in that form before. I am in effect creating this post, but would you consider it art or am I just rambling in an incoherent...

Doubts and Insecurities In the last 5 months, I have run the full spectrum of Doubts and insecurities. Starting in April when I was convinced that I was the best photographer (and writer) on the planet. Of course, back in April I was not working and had plenty of sleep and time. To where I am now where the time, I have to devote to my personal dream has dwindled to a few snatched moments. Normally like when typing this, late at night. This...

Three Things I have learnt. When I think back over my life and when I look at the decisions, I have made over that life there are three lessons that I have learnt along the way. These were taught to me by my father, although I am not sure he meant them in quite this way. I started my life living on a farm and in 1973 we moved off the farm as My father became a salesman for an animal feed company Life on the farm was free and fun I had 150...

 Late It's late at night I have just finished a week of my day job. This has involved just under 1000miles of driving and a night away in tropical temperatures. A night away paid for by someone else, brilliant. Imagine a 40-degree sweatbox and no sleep. Just looked at Instagram, my favourite love to hate platform to see that the number of likes has fallen through the floor; again! Engagement is down again! And to be honest I wonder exactly...

August Here we are in the 8th month of the year. August. A month of lazy hot days gentle evenings and the incessant creep towards Autumn. August marks the start of my favourite time of year. Always has been, a time of plenty, the harvest coming in. the nights starting to draw in. Time for a beer, (or whatever your drink is) next to a roaring fire. Or sitting outside listening to the roosting birds by subtle evening light. Gatherings of...