For the last three years, I’ve been working for a small (but growing) software company. With customers across Europe, Scandinavia, North America and the United Arab Emirates, I can spend 100+ nights a year in hotels.
Most of the time one room is very much alike to another. Every now and again though something catches the eye.
I worked at Yorkshire Post Newspapers (later Johnston Press) for thirteen years. Based in the brutalist concrete bunker for several years without windows, I have mixed feelings about it’s demolition.
In hindsight, I wish I’d taken more opportunities to take photos. These were after all staff had moved to the new offices on Whitehall Road.
One of the best cameras I ever owned was an old Polaroid SX70. The original tan leather model now commands crazy prices when they appear for sale and film is increasingly difficult and expensive, but using one is unlike any other camera.
People who would otherwise turn away when a camera is pointed at them, are quite happy to pose in front of the SX-70 once it pops open concertina style.
The fact that collapsed it looks like a Star Trek tricorder also helps.