
Integrating my two passions into one thing:
walking & photography.
The path as camera
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Walking
‘Freedom’, says Frédéric Gross in his insightful book (‘A Philosophy of Walking’), ‘is a mouthful of bread, a draught of cool water, and the open country.’
And we rejoice in the simplicity of walking and the deprivations that walking can entail. As anyone who has walked the long path knows, the highs and lows all seem to merge, eventually..
The essence of walking is repetition and observation. In the rhythm of repetition we get to know ourselves better. In observation we feel the connectedness of all things. Together, little by little, we build up traces that live on in the memory. Photographs try to distil such traces.
In these pages I will talk about what walking is to me. I will share my walks, some philosophical musings (nothing dense), my experience of kit and such like. But most of all I will try to impart the special significance that walking with a camera has for me.
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Photography
There have been many photographers for whom walking has been important in the sense of being more than just a way of getting somewhere. One thinks of Hamish Fulton, Richard Long, Fay Godwin (one of my favourite photographers), and Paul Gaffney.
For me walking has always played an integral part of my photographic process, principally as a conduit for observation.
Perhaps this is the reason why I struggle with still-life or portraiture, they being so sedentary and am attracted to landscape and street photography.
I principally work with film cameras and print my work in my own darkroom. Like walking, the process is slow and repetitive and meditative.
All the photographs shown on this site have been made by me.
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The Path as Camera
I regard myself as a ‘photographer of the path’.
I don’t do photographic projects. Each photograph is sufficient to itself, separate from other images but also connected by way of a path. Photographs become parts of collections for administrative purposes, but a collection is not the same thing as a project.
In a sense, a path is the work, my snaps just being the effect of being on that path at that time.
Here I will share my prints without commentary other than describing location.
When we walk a path, what happens?
We deposit traces.
Random memories, the feeling of things left unobserved, highs and lows, hurried breaths, the air between my feet, the joy of movement, a stumble. Many things., all jumbled up. The very ‘stuff’ of life.
As a full-time carer for my wife, who has advanced Alzheimer’s Dementia, walking with a camera has become my tenuous link to life.
Caring for a loved one with such a monstrous disease has completely changed my outlook on what it means to be truly alive, partly because it’s those things that my loved one now lacks. When you slowly lose someone you love, you also lose a large part of the self that you thought was ‘you’. What replaces that part? Well, that’s the question. Perhaps just traces.
I write this blog for three audiences: walkers, hikers and wild campers and photographers of the path and the carers of this world.
© Tony Cearns - Bromoil print; North Dakota 2017