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…

When you are on a 64 hour journey down the spine of Madagascar on the back of a…

Much has been written about the relationship between the photographer and their subject. From the intimacy of portraiture,…

Deep in the heart of the Carpathians, Kate and I parked our van. We were in a field…

This was one of those moments when something inside you withers away and dies. I was only just…

There have been many, many times over the last seven or eight years when I have been unable…

It really is a fault of mine, and something I have been trying to rectify over the years…

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

STA Travel Exotic Cultures Photographic Competition 2010: There is always something heart warming about receiving good news. The…