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

At the end of a long day driving, walking and taking photographs around the north western mountains in…

Sometimes you have to squeeze a trip into whatever time you have available. And if all you have…

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

Step after step we climb the steep mountain path, focusing, meditating, concentrating. The rain dripping through the trees…

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

One of the most common questions I get asked is “How do you get the black border around…

The Michaelhouse Centre, Cambridge: Last week I popped up to Cambridge to have another look at the gallery…