Author: Lee Jones

Party photographer, and I play in bands you've probably never heard of. I used to dot around and sleep on floors, sofas, spare beds and the like, but now I live full time in Glasgow.

Just walk.

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I’m making my way south tomorrow to spend time with a couple of friends before I fly out to Prague on Tuesday for a week.

I’ll be taking my laptop with me and undoubtedly won’t be able to help writing about something and posting some photos while I’m away, but just incase I don’t get chance I’m gonna leave a selection of photos from a couple of recent days out to Goathland with Debby, and Broxa with Robyn. Two rad humans that are down for getting out and walking on the regular.

I can’t stress enough the importance of dragging yer sorry arse out for some time in the sun, or even if the weather is shitty – Honestly, it does you the world of fucking good.

Not just mentally, either. In the past few months of aimlessly roaming about I’ve just weighed in at 19 stone which means I’m 2 stone closer to my target weight. And it’s nice to hate yourself just a little less than usual. Not bad, for a lazy piece of trash eh!

Anyway, photos. GO!

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Portraits: Robyn

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My typical style of photography is very much just in the moment, and there’s very little thought behind anything I do other than documenting what it is I’m doing at that moment.

With me feeling shite about a ton of my photos lately I felt like I needed to get out and actually try for a change, and figured a good way to do that would be just focusing on portraits… probably inspired somewhat by my pal Stephen who’s on a portrait binge right now (so if dreamy and incredibly vibrant photos are your bag, then look no further).

A couple of years ago, I used to lurk certain popular photography groups on Facebook with Robyn, and we’d often pass the time private messaging each other losing our minds at how pretentious and precious a lot of the local photographers were about their photographs and techniques and also how much they lost their shit at the site of poppy fields.

Anyway, Robyn had just dyed her hair the most magnificent bright orange the night before we took these photos and there just so happened to be a poppy field on the way to my house. It was too good to resist.

I’ve done plenty of portraits in the past, but it’s not something I do on the regular so I think they can be a bit hit and miss. I just so happen to be quite happy with all these.

All shot wide open on the Fuji 35mm f2 and an old Pentax 50mm f1.7.

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Boggle Hole & Flamborough Head

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I was due to head out with Debby for the day to go exploring some woodland but our plans were altered slightly as she’d gotten an injured baby pigeon and that we were gonna have to take it to the Whitby Wildlife Sanctuary.

I’d never seen a baby pigeon before. And for some reason I didn’t take a photo of it, but rest assured they don’t look very pigeon like at all and just look a bit… odd.

After a little mix up with the address (Google lists the location as some blokes house near by, and he’s kinda pissed about people taking dead Hedgehogs his way expecting him to bring them back to life) we headed back and called at Boggle Hole!

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Walking my brain back together.

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Just taking a short break from writing about the hitching adventure at the moment to focus on a few things I’ve done this past week since being back in Scarborough. Also because I want to post at least once before the end of the month as I have been a bit quiet recently. This is probably going to be a pretty long post but then again I don’t think I’ve had a short post for a while so I guess you’re either used to it or are just happy reading the first half and leaving.

The hitching tour ended for me in Manchester, and I managed to find a bus I could get for free the majority of the way home to Scarborough. Not bad.

The morning after I got back I did a short section of the wolds way walk with my parents.

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Photo Tour pt.8: Hitching to Keswick (The Lake District, part 1)

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Hitchhiking tour with JAZZebell_ heading to the Lake District photographer Lee Jones radiomoths

We parted ways with Adrian and took a walk out of Carlisle. It was fucking hot, and carrying all our shit wasn’t my idea of fun.

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After about 35 minutes of walking we were picked up by a lorry driver and he took us to Cockermouth which meant we’d covered the majority of our journey. He gifted us an extra bottle of water, left us by the roadside and drove off. Continue reading “Photo Tour pt.8: Hitching to Keswick (The Lake District, part 1)” →

Photo Tour pt.7: Couch Surfing in Carlisle

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Carlisle was a new place for the both of us, amplified by our notable lack of friends in the area. Years ago I became a part of CouchSurfing, a network for travellers looking for fellow travellers to hang with and a place to crash. My account hadn’t been active for years, so I deemed it best just to start over so I created a joint account with Jazz in a bid to get somewhere to sleep.

Our only real option in Carlisle was a guy called Adrian. He’s an experienced couchsurfing host with some 70-odd references over the past decade of being on the site. We had none. Fortunately, he got back to us and agreed to let us crash a few nights, and we ended up staying in his home for the best part of a week.

Carlisle is a quiet town and is sprinkled with some pretty intriguing artwork if you look hard enough.

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