I've gone live......

So I have finally got round to making my website. check it out www.andrewburford.co.uk
I'm pretty proud of it. It still needs work and I have newer work to put on it which will no doubt take me months to do.....

Ive included my series of nudes, which is still a work in progress so don't judge too harshly.
So far I have Jon, Ilze and Ryan on the site, but I'm hoping to get a couple which I have already shot, but not scanned, up soon. I'm also in the process of organsing a couple more shoots with some friends. Fingers crossed these will be up soon........

Jon 

Jon was my first attempt at my nude series. His are my favourite images so far.
Jon is a good guy with a good attitude. He is one of those people who when you meet, you take an instant liking too. It is very rare to see him without a smile and he doesn't keep much room in his life for emotions other than happiness. Jon is one of my best friends, I photograph him a lot, and I've found that by photographing him I've got to learn more about him. Ive seen sides to him which I'm not sure he would gladly show just anyone. I don't ever see us not being friends. 

Ilze

I'm so happy I met Ilze. She is my first female in the series and one of my favourite people in the world. She inspires me and has changed the way I look at almost everything. Her emotions are erratic and something beautiful to witness. We spent 5 months with each other and I walked away a different person. Our paths have since gone in different directions, but I know that this will not stop us from being great friends, helping each other along the way...

PDA

Every morning I walk down the same road, earlier than I thought I would be. A monotonous job which requires no thought or initiative. I hated my last job, but I find myself wishing I was still there. Every morning I feel the same about my day ahead.
Contempt.
I leave without a smile and start my day begrudgingly. With the help of numbing music, it passes quickly. Another day packed in a cardboard box. My motives are questioned.
I finish quickly and look forward to my walk home, not because of my destination or the realisation that another shift is over, but because of what I will pass on my return journey.
As I swiftly make my way over the concrete path, passing shops and parked cars; I look out for my smile. It passes in a second and I'm on the other side, more concrete, more shops, more cars.
Its ok, I can see it again tomorrow.