Photojournalist Simon Rawles‘ day job consists of telling stories from the margins. He’s constantly travelling across Africa, Asia and the Middle East to document the lives of others, often working with NGOs along the way.
But as well as being a passionate documentarian of real world problems far from his home town, he is also a runner. So, while training for a marathon last year, it was only natural for him to take a camera along with him. What began as the reflex action of an image hungry lensman evolved into a poignant record of the earth of the city spinning beneath his running shoes.
“The images evoke in saturated colour, blurs of light and granite-wrought shadows, what would otherwise exist only in the mind and the body of the runner”
The images work best in montage, and appear as fleeting documents of a time, a place – the slice of duration that is a run itself. And you get a sense, too, that Simon’s North London manor – situated as it is on a series of sharply rising hills up toward the heathland of Hampstead and beyond – is as much a part of the natural environment and the great outdoors as is Yosemite.
The collection of pictures is just a small edit. It’s a telling document, evoking in saturated colour, blurs of light and granite-wrought shadows, what would otherwise exist only in the mind and the body of the runner.