I thought I'd put a blog post together to show what I get up to in my spare time.
I have a strong fascination with all things broken and abandoned. I love rusty steel and twisted metal, broken stones and mossy rocks, shattered glass and age old bottles, broken clocks and worn-out watches. I love to stand in a place where men and women once toiled and bled, the industry long since gone and their efforts forgotten. I love the feel of walking down a hospital corridor where cries of joy and tears of sadness would never be heard again, just the eerie silence of something forgotten - maybe the occasional patter of dripping water from the now broken ceilings. I love to sit in a chair where someone once spent the majority of their daily grind, see the random bits of graffiti carved into the desks, wondering who the initials 'JB' belonged to or whether 'Steve' still loved 'Alice'. The sadness of some of these places can bring a tear to your eye, the thoughts of someone's job gone as another steelworks or mill closed their doors. Some of the sights can be breathtaking too - the grandeur of the details in the building, the size of the doorways, the handwritten signs and the craftwork in the smallest window.
So, here are a few snaps of some of the places that I've visited. Abandoned mills, steelworks, factories, potteries, hospitals, asylums, collieries, churches, mortuaries, houses and mansions. Broken RAF bases, trainyards, garages, farms and barns. Lost cemeteries and junkyards.
I try to see the beauty in the broken. The splendour of the past in the grime of the present.
Have a nosey through - someone you know, knew or loved could have once walked these halls, drove these cars, sat in these chairs and watched these clocks, just waiting for the weekend...
My littlest boy turned 2 last weekend, so we've been looking through some of his early photos. I came across this set that I did, and decided that I'd blog it.
After an on / off labour for 3 weeks, the day came when we were due to be induced. We grabbed our birthing bags and all the necessary bits and bobs.
And because I'm a kind, thoughtful guy, I grabbed my little Fuji x100 and decided to photo the lot! (She puts up with some stuff, my missus...)
We arrived to be induced, but this awkward little trouble monkey of ours had already decided that he'd come when he was good and ready.
And that was now.
After almost 12 hours of nurses, midwives, monitoring machines and gas and air giggles, little Master Freddie Jay Thompson arrived in the world at 8.50PM.
After a very calm labour (Catherine was silent for the entire birth - she probably spoke 10 words in the last couple of birthing hours) he arrived very quietly - never uttering a cry (he saved lots for later though). He arrived 10 days late, so like anyone that's stayed in the bath too long, he had some proper crinkly fingers going on! I called him kebab hands, but that didn't go down too well!
We got him home just after midnight the same day. The staff at Barnsley General were awesome and did everything exactly as we'd wanted. We got to use the new labour suites too, which was pretty cool.
Anyway, here he is the next day, having a bit of a clean up.
And now, two years on, he's a complete little monster.
He's awesome though.
Thought I'd start this little blog to let people know what we get up to. Some personal stuff thrown in the mix too.