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…

India 18-03-11 If in any doubt at all (photographically speaking) head straight for water. Immediately as a photographer…

India 21-04-11: Driving towards Delhi from Mathura, early in the morning as the sun came up, mist rising,…

After driving over 7000km in nine days around Scandinavia it was the morning of my last day. I…

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

During the build up to the exhibition I made contact with some wonderful, passionate people: Peers, bloggers, journalists…

There may not be an immediate, obvious connection between photography and smell, but to me the two are…

The baton of inspiration is a wonderful thing. It passes from artist to artist, musician to musician, forming…

It was the icing on the cake really – a wonderful private view for my exhibition at the…