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…

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

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I have often wondered what it was in particular that attracted me to photography. What it was that…

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

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

Three years at art college would not be complete without some politics, squatting and clashes with the police.…

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

There is something magical about being in the zone. When you have a camera in your hand and…