It was as simple as ‘get to the top of Finland and turn left’.  At least that is…

Iceland. Never has the essence of a country so closely resembled the way in which I see the…

There are times when writing about memories from as far back as my eighteenth year feels wrong. How…

The Rooftop Collective exhibition edition VI Tempus Fugit. So they say. Here we are again, another Rooftop Collective…

Scotland is famous for many wonderful things… Scotland is also famous for it’s midges. I had, of course,…

Eighteen years old, Morgan and I had decided to cycle to Eastern Europe from Milan, our home at…

India 19-03-11: “You cannot go down there.” And who was I to argue with two uniformed policemen? This…

Failure can be a strong word. It’s no big deal, and not something I am particularly hung up…

What a wonderful, inspiring evening… As ever, talking to people about my work – as well as showing…

Story tellers. It would appear that the human race are nothing but story tellers. That’s it. That’s all…

A SOLIGOR F2.5 24MM I do own a 50mm as well as a 135mm, but to be honest…

Fomatone Nature 532- II Within a year of starting to do my own darkroom prints I had moved…