Covid Lockdown – Stamford, Lincolnshire – 3rd April 2020

There are moments when history is unfolding before your very eyes.

Street Photography has long been considered the ‘mono’ of life, of social history. I am known for heritage photography; it is my passion, and anything historical is, but social history inevitably goes hand in hand with whatever subject I shoot. A church – as an example – is a time capsule of the great, the good, and the downright ugly of life in Britain, as far back as Norman times.

Street Photography is my hobby, much of which remains unpublished.

A picture of a bike – with its flat tyres – lonely, at the end of a main road, is not terribly remarkable, nor the empty street with it, until you tell the story behind it. It is just a glimpse of  a time, that most of us are already wishing to forget. In years to come, for a family sat around a sunday dinner table, or a child in a future classroom, those pictures are already telling that story – and therefore already – they have become our history.

My photos are to capture just one day in that time, of a town that has made its history and already earned its place in Britains capsule. For those that live in Stamford – where we are all so proud of the same – to see those quiet streets, normally so busy with our Independant businesses, tourists and their cameras. Its stands frozen, as if our ‘electric’ is turned off, now just waiting for someone to flick the switch, to bring us back to life.