Paul Chambers

@paulwchambers1970.bsky.social

Time, memory, loss and love are my artistic concerns, but time, among them becomes the determinant - Sally Mann. Wetplate analog fella doing his best in a digital world. www.paulwchambers.com

Early stroll. The sky has taken delivery of a moon. Orange letters and numbers painted on the pavement. I cross the road earlier than I usually do. Two triangles of bread in the bus shelter. Maybe one day that metal butterfly attached to that wall will fly away.

‘Good photography isn’t about Zone Printing or any other Ansel Adams nonsense. It’s just about seeing. You either see or you don’t see. The rest is academic. Photography is simply a function of noticing things. Nothing more.’ Elliott Erwitt, New York, 1992. Photo Peter Adams.

Photo of a man sitting on a stool. He is wearing a hat with hands on either side which can be moved using strings he is holding. The stool has a single leg carved in the shape of a foot.

Early stroll. The joy of walking through drizzle. Home made curtains making a home. I see a man waiting for the bus then I see him on the bus. A flowing cat. I am the verse, each gate is the chorus.

Early stroll. Monday: Sunday’s firstborn. Fallen leaves as imaginary surreal ears. A passing truck silences my whistling. That FOR SALE sign has been SOLD. Double yellow lines lead to twin emerald cities.

'These images tell a broader story of how Black Americans used photography to document their lives, define their public image, and preserve their histories across the late 19th and early 20th centuries.' Remember Me: Picturing African Americans in Early Photography. petapixel.com/2026/07/31/t...

Historic Portraits Celebrate the Earliest African American Photographers

These daguerrotypes were taken by the earliest African American photographers.

petapixel.com

Early stroll. A temporary popup pink exhibition in the sky. Something growing in a paved-over garden. Headlights approach, rear lights recede. The big house in the distance across the valley. The minimalist narrative poetry of street names.

Early stroll. Three small stones constructing a triangle. A bright red horizon. Two vivid ambulances rushing by. An empty chair in a colourful garden. A black cat sits in the road, taking a chance on its luck.

Early stroll. I’m framed in the door as I leave. The morning sky hints at possibilities for the afternoon sky. A hole dug in the pavement where I’ve intermittently smelled gas for decades. I bend to tame my left shoelace. An abandoned trampoline frame, unbouncy.

Early stroll. Front doors: theme and variations. A blushing sunrise. Time strolls with me, not speeding up or slowing down. Tree branches like scribbled signatures. A ginger cat runs from under a parked car like it did yesterday.

Early stroll. Abstract patterns of fallen petals. A van seat wearing a hi-vis jacket. The stained glass window of the sky. Three geese fly over the bread shop. A half-full bottle of water in the bus shelter.