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…

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

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

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

During a year when I have had several exhibitions, a front cover in a photography magazine, a documentary…

I stood knee deep in the water and prayed. Prayed. If ever a word had connotations, it’s ‘prayed’.…

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…