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 20-03-11: We crossed a bridge. It was a railway bridge, with a small walkway to the side…

A couple of weeks ago I was working at Celtic Manor Golf Course – the venue for the…

Photography can mean so many different things to different people. One of the most poignant and common thoughts…

January 2010. New Years resolutions and a new found determination to drown myself in my photography again turned…

Photography has become my art. Photography has become important. Laden. Very serious. Photography has become entangled in a…

KODAK T-MAX 400 Once again I have been using T-Max pretty much since I started. To me it…

Irving Penn: Portraits at The National Portrait Gallery until the 6TH of February 2010: I went to see…

Swept along by Katrina Aleksa of Predella House: I’m sat, once again, in a taxi, frames stacked up…