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Swarm

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

Blink and you’ll miss it

Iceland. Never has the essence of a country so closely resembled the way in which I see the

Under the Stars in Madagascar

There are times when writing about memories from as far back as my eighteenth year feels wrong. How

Viewpoints

The Rooftop Collective exhibition edition VI Tempus Fugit. So they say. Here we are again, another Rooftop Collective

Memories

Blizzards in the Lake District

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

Choreographed Papal baby blessings

The day of the Pope’s visit to London was all about the protests and marches for us. That

Dancers in the mist

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

Cold, tired and high in Ladakh

India 16-03-11 It wasn’t that cold. Or rather it didn’t feel that cold. It was dry, drier than

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Welcome

Written for ‘Skills, Smells and Spells’, an exhibition held at the Strand Gallery in central London: Each image

Dancers in the mist

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

Rambert’s Ghost dance at Saddler’s Wells Theatre

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

Photographing Photographs

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