Here’s the road, Jack
Doesn’t make me think of the lonely, disgruntled and meagre Kerouac, more the laconic charm of Ray Charles. Hit it, Raymondo!
The psychogeography of the pictures we make tell a hundred stories, some more obvious than others. After seeing these, one observant commentator noted ‘he’s stopped doing the doors’.
And then there’s Aaron Guy, with this road picture, one emblematic of his story of the truncated life and times of Ashington’s open cast mining workers. Or is it something else? It’s speaking to a lot of us right now.
Like most photographers, Aaron doesn’t like being photographed, so he had to be persuaded to look at the camera. He’s in Brighton right now, at a Magnum workshop, which explains the tension in his face as he tries to explain exactly what was making him anxious about his week to come. More on that asap.
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sometimes, I can’t see the wood for the trees…
Ah but the whole point is, you can.