Approaching infinity A Gödel number gave up, Leaving history incomplete But, at least, Consistent. ...
Every now and again duckrabbit has the pleasure of training someone who understands that to nail a great photofilm has as much to with sweat as it does talent. David Mansell-Moullin......
This is an astonishing photofilm about how one small fishing community has been affected by the BP Oil disaster. What the photofilm lacks in context about the disaster it makes up for in emotional......
Goddamn this is a project and a half barrel of whisky. Immense. Damian Drohan is one of the most committed students duckrabbit has had the pleasure to train. It gives me great honor......
Really lovely and inspiring video about Alex Soth. So interesting to compare this with the video of Plankton I put up earlier in the week. ...
Everybody knows (and behind his back everybody says) that one of the problems with the Visa, Festival of Shanty Towns, is that it only has one curator, and as time ticks on more and......
One of the great things about teaching on the Masters in Photojournalism at the London College of Communication is that I come into contact with some very talented and switched on people. Many of......
This poem by duck's favorite poet is for my friend Paul, who is coming back up for air: This morning was something. A little snow lay on the ground. The sun floated in a clear blue sky.......
By Stan Banos Now given the Blurb treatment. More here. ...
This week we're kicking off a new series ' Where it's at'. This is where the finest work we sing about on duckrabbit......
Wind and Tree In the way that the most of the wind Happens where there are trees, Most of the world is centred About ourselves. Often where the wind has gathered The trees together and together, One tree will......
Sometimes the real art is in letting go ... ...
John Bennett's photographic poem to London life. Today this photo by Claire Hutton caught my eye. You could see it but instead Claire has written to say: 'Duckrabbit you are very, very naughty, bad people......
Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning.Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he's dead It must have been too cold......