Photography

There’s a certain kind of photographer who never really retires: they just keep shooting, until they can’t any more. Raghu Rai, who died yesterday aged 83, was that kind of photographer, as I noted in my obituary. And when his family laid him out at Lodhi Cremation Ground in Delhi on Sunday, April 26, they made sure everyone knew it. Resting on his chest was a Nikon Z8, fitted with a Z…

I was hiking through a wildlife refuge, camera with a telephoto slung around my neck, the spring sun warming my skin, when I realized something: I don’t head out on a wildlife photography hike for the photos. I’m a professional portrait and wedding photographer and these shoots are all about the photos. I want portraits of my family to hang on my walls, and so do my clients. But when I head…

There’s a photograph in Martin Parr’s final commission that’s almost unbearably him. A single potato, lumpy and unremarkable, sits on a decorative paper plate beneath a pink card reading “FIRST PRIZE”. The exhibitor’s name: Anthony Edwards. The event: the Lacock Garden and Allotment Association Annual Flower Show. The photographer: the man who, for half a century, understood better…