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

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

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

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

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

I do not know whether it is because of the generation I am from or whether Russia does…

Written by Barbara in April 1995: I worked as a short hand typist at the British Embassy in…

We are in an age of living vicariously through others. We relish the final products of artists and…

by Rebecca Lori: Over time humanity has forged a powerful relationship with its surrounding landscape. So much so,…

Travel writer, journalist and photographer: Barbara always looked old to me. She was old in my first memories…