Author Archives: John Kerridge

About John Kerridge

I have a camera, drink tea and trip on untied shoe laces.

Alejandro González Iñárritu – Visual Poetry

Bristol Channel

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House on the hill

Broekn Bridge Afternoon adventures are uncovering the places we often fail to find the time to discover. A quiet hour under the canopies of large trees. Trampling over broken branches and dried leafs, bird songs and in the distance the faint raw of city traffic. Air freshens. The smell of decay and new life contrive together to confuse the senses. Arrive at an opening with tumbled tree trunk for a seat. A flask of tea, sandwich and read a book. A profound silence descends that is only broken by the gentle breeze that stirs the trees. Close eyes, deep breath and exhale. Gather things and embark on the journey. Arrive at the broken bridge and say hello to the familiar figure standing on the other side.

The Day after tomorrow: Tom Waits

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Never look back, it is said and on several occasions, I would tend to agree with such sentiments. Not tonight though as a gentle breeze eased the Mediterranean, I am left pondering. My journey this evening had started some 30 years ago with the opening up of a personal pension. My stated ambition at the time was to retire at 55 years old, travel and take photographs. While sitting at home during October 2015, a letter dropped on the hallway floor. It was the pension company’s so-called “wake up” letter informing me that my ambition to retire at 55 was fast appearing, and it was time to review the plan. It’s 8.20pm on 17th July 2016 I looked across the bay, raised the camera to my face, took a deep breath and pressed the button. There are so many people to thank, so many observations to make, to reflect on the good, the bad and the ugly which will come later, but for now, I will continue to take photographs.

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It’s very hot and I’m sat in the shade with my back against the wall just watching people and drinking my bottled water. Spanning the view locals get on with their business whilst tourists eat ice-creams. The two worlds seem to tolerate each other but seldom collide.

Final days on Menorca Island and strolling into the hidden coves, which are dotted around the immediate coastline. Isolated homes perched on hill tops above while crashing waves crash below. Silent in the morning peace and within the next hour these deserted places will be a hive of activity. At the moment it is serene.

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On Saturday 9th July 2016 I was commissioned to photograph a rave organised by Fantazia the best known of the UK rave organisations from the 90s. The event entitled The Carnival of Peace, Love, and Unity was held at the Old Crown Courts and Cells in Bristol; please forgive the not so subtle irony for those who witnessed the legal tussle between the rave movement and legal authorities throughout the 1990s. The event attracted several thousand people, including survivors from the first wave of rave music as well as a younger audience who seemed just as hungry to enjoy the pounding beats that vibrated through the cells and outside stage until 5am the next day. Information on further Fantazia events can be found on the Fantazia Facebook Page and more photos from Saturday’s events can also be found at Flickr where ex-world snooker champion Steve Davis can be seen spinning the wheels.