Voyaging

Every sun-down boys would emerge from the shadows where they’d been wilting all day to play a game of many-a-side football. It was a small window before darkness fell on them and I wanted a dhow in the water, but this is the best I got.
One crisp, chilly morning, I explored Jerusalem. I came up the steps of the Mount and saw an opportunity. I had to wait quite a while, as there was little activity, but eventually, the perfect subject walked the perfect line.
One blisteringly hot day in Khiva, Uzbekistan, we stopped for a breather in the shade. Just then some policemen walked into the shade to take shelter too. Using a 24mm shift lens, I slid the lens to its lowest position and waited for the silhouette to move into position.
After nearly five months on the road from London it was hard to believe we had arrived in Beijing. And it was hard to find the energy to explore Beijing as much as I wanted. A desultory walk around the centre was all I could manage before retiring to our rough digs for a lie down.
Hanging around a tourist bus stop between Essauoria and Marrakech while everyone went in for a demonstration about argan oil, I did not miss this quiet little conjunction of a boy trotting in to the local shop for a small purchase, while the dog keeps a look out for more interesting things to chase.
The boys were at ease about being photographed, but I took my time as I was bothered by the blank space of the doorway and their posed postures. The smaller monk started to get impatient and the image started to improve, then a more senior monk turned up, pausing to see what was going on.
The frame of the tuk-tuk is perfect for composing the wildly busy, every-changing scenes beyond. Things happen so quickly, you can rely only on instinct to know when to release the shutter.
Still in search of the perfect pigeon picture, this attempt was made from the Jagdish Temple in the centre of Udaipur, decked up for Diwali, leaning at a precarious angle to obtain a good framing between the hanging textile and the scene beyond.
One of the few interesting shots from a fascinating trip to Japan, but one in which I tried to do far too much with too little experience. Sent by 'The Sunday Correspondent' to work with Joanna , now a distinguished photography critic.
Stalls on the road to Osh, Kyrgyzstan offer benzine, petrol and other oils to passing motorists. The Citadel of Osh is visible as the dark hill in the background. (This is a crop of a portrait format original.)
In the miraculous Durbar Square in Kathmandu, the eye is easily overwhelmed by the kaleidoscope of constant movement. The man sitting on the corner first caught my attention, then I realised that movement in the area in front of him would nicely fill the sky.
Wnen entered at the other side of the vast square, I noticed a line of monks. By the time I'd walked as quickly sedate as I could, only a few were left. Seconds after this two little monks ran up, late, yet stopped to have their picture taken.
Durbar, Kathmandu
Another in search of the perfect pigeon shot: there are hundreds livving a rather jolly life in the dzongs because they are fed and find excellent shelter in the monastery buildings.
We return to Palaia yearly, and I enjoy seeing what this complicated little corner - three roads meet at mutually blind corners with an arch wide enough for only a horse-cart. Every year it’s somehow different: this one shows the first new mirror in years.
Doing the statutory beach walk at sunset along the beach front of Paros, you will find at least a dozen holidaymakers making snaps of the sunset. This shot, with the plume of smoke, sun touching the horizon and colourful tourist was perfect in its timing (LCD brightened a little).
It had been a long, hot and trying day. I could so easily have missed this shot, but the potential of the light and boy playing on the tree suddenly made all the irritations disappear and I was all focus and concentration. The light was changing so quickly, I didn't have much time to wait for perfection.