Photo: Kenny, Tug Boat Man

The one thing you can be sure of when out and about in Liverpool is that you will come across a lot of old sailors that worked out of the ports here. This was one, his name was Kenny and he worked the tugs out of Africa of all places, loved what he did and hated the fact he had to retire, the gold tooth came from his time out there, He says his wife will not let him be buried with it when he goes, not with the price of gold this day and age. Some people you can talk with for hours, Kenny was one.
Photo: The Vibrancy Of Black And White

I suppose it came late to me, I was once know for high saturation landscapes, I love colour, I love the look and feel of an image that lifts your soul and for me that had to be colour and lots of it.

The last year or so I have fallen in love with black and white, still colours but only moving through the gray scales, it has shown me so much more that I missed in my days of saturation. It started with portraits over the last year and my love of street portraits, there was something new when I converted to black and white, once the layer of colour was stripped back it was as if detail could suddenly be found. I find its only with black and white do I really see the subject, do I see the wrinkles and folds in the skin, do I see the different levels of contrast and the more subtle and gentler tones of grey.

By spending time in black and white images I have gone from someone who could not see the sense in them to someone who has fallen deeply in love with this medium. I love the evocative nature of the images and even though stripped of other colours they bring the subject to life, they give an emotion that would be lost in colour.

I am converted.
Photo: We Are All Nomads

No roots to bind us to the soil
No bricks to cement our foundations
No shelter to hide from the storm
No roof to shade from the sun
We are all travelers
Only for some the journey
Is as much through time
As it through land
But nomads we all are
And only through the eyes of the young
Do we see where we need to go

My beautiful boy Ellis, because of a condition he will have to hide his eyes behind glasses for the rest of his life but I know what sits behind his lenses. A world like no other ever full of wonder, reflected back like an echo to his soul.
Photo: We Are All Fragile

We are all nothing more than dust in the wind, we pass through life that is merely fleeting and over before we know it. We see it in the faces of the people we pass, in the lines of the skin that have narrated the story of the person, in the eyes though still bright have seen too much. We pass as a heartbeat on a planet that shall continue to beat and turn for many a millennium after we are gone.

We are all fragile and that fragility dictates that one day we shall be no more. But what will you have done with this fragile life you have? What will you leave behind? Will you allow the delicate nature of life lead you to a path well trodden? Or will you take on your fragility and take it on a path you want to go?
Photo: Looking To Save My Soul.
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Mike F Shaw
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We Are All Nomads

No roots to bind us to the soil
No bricks to cement our foundations
No shelter to hide from the storm
No roof to shade from the sun
We are all travelers
Only for some the journey
Is as much through time
As it through land
But nomads we all are
And only through the eyes of the young
Do we see where we need to go

My beautiful boy Ellis, because of a condition he will have to hide his eyes behind glasses for the rest of his life but I know what sits behind his lenses. A world like no other ever full of wonder, reflected back like an echo to his soul.

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