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John Macpherson

Dirt under your fingernails

John Macpherson

A tweet caught my eye today, by @maylavelle   It made me stop and think. I replied “Yes it does”. I don’t know about anyone else, but my work experience is what you might call ‘varied’.  I recounted it recently to a group of under-graduates in Falmouth University where I was External Examiner on their (truly excellent)…

Black bodies, moral choices & the editorial process.

John Macpherson

You may (or may not) have seen the images in the New York Times this week of the intercepted migrant boat off the Libyan coast. If you did, like me, you may have been shocked, not only by the continually unfolding tragedy, but perhaps more so by the stark portrayal of the unnamed individuals lying dead. Not…

Pines and pleasure

John Macpherson

  I did some work for The Woodland Trust recently. A lovely couple of days in the north of England to photograph some of their woodlands. Smithills Estate near Bolton made a big impression on me. Located on the outskirts of Bolton, the mixed woodland thrives in several glens leading up onto the high moors…

Wind, rain & pain

John Macpherson

The Scottish Highlands are surprisingly big. And also, in very many ways, rather small.  I had this underlined for me last week as I undertook yet another bimble around in my ancient Land Rover with my son William (now aged 8). Despite the remoteness of much of the Highlands, its ‘corridors of passage’ throw people…

The Power & The Glory

John Macpherson

  “There’s a guy from the electricity company in the hall looking for you.” said the secretary at my work, as outside the wind howled like a banshee, hurling the rain horizontally against the window, and forcing it in through the window frame onto the office floor where a bucket was slowly filling. Summer in…

“Fat slags…” and shinty sticks

John Macpherson

This will, eventually, be a mild rant. Funny how events from the present can recall, vividly, events from the past. It happened to me a few days ago, in England. But first the past…       …when I was in my teens I worked in the shipyards on the Clyde in Glasgow, staying in…