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As a test before shooting my film about the Poet Laureate Sir John Betjeman with the Lomokino camera, I ventured down to the Tamar Bridge and shot a test roll of 35mm. I walked from Devon to Cornwall and

Betjeman's Cornwall Teaser Trailer - St Enodoc Golf Course  Last month I undertook the walk of Poet Laureate Sir John Betjeman from Rock, North Cornwall, and to his grave in the churchyard of St Enodoc

Can someone tell me why Lidl and some other supermarkets have adopted the idea 'that a bigger basket is better'? Its the size of a black hole! I'm 6ft 7 and feel ridiculous carrying this in my hands. The

My name is Christopher Williams and I am based in Devon, England I shoot film not because its better, not because its worse, but because of its history in photography. When shooting film you have to re-think

Pockets of rain form on forest floor. Shot using a 120mm Twin Lens Reflex Medium Format Camera shooting 35mm film. With this film being smaller than 120mm, its a natural occurrence to get the sprocket

and its hard to break out of your boundaries

The Greenway estate over looks the River Dart, just down the river from Totnes, Devon. This image is from the B roll footage I shot for a documentary for the National Trust, just before Christmas 2017.

Choosing to shoot 35mm film on a Holga 120mm toy camera, the results, while unpredictable are made never the less interesting. Take this image of my friend Hepzibah , I don't think I could ever re-create

A DTube exclusive. She felt haunted. Like someone was taking apart her soul if only to arrange it in a different order. She often came to this very spot where her ancestors had once lived. An invisible

  The Bottom of the Bag He's outside watching me. He's been there for days, leaving things; sharpened sticks poking out of the forest floor, dead animals nailed to trees, the spark plug from my car,

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Dear reader One day, earlier this year and while driving around the narrow country lanes of this green county, I quickly found myself becoming disorientated  by the repetition of  farm buildings,

Dear reader I noticed in the corner of my eye and by the side of the B road I was driving on, a gate in front of a house that appeared to be, at first, derelict and unlivable.  Upon closer examination