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…

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

Some things in life are constant. As babies we grow into childhood, dependant on certain things not changing.…

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

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

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

One of the things that has always given me great pleasure when I read a book is the…

Hot off the heels of seeing Don McCullin came the opportunity to see Josef Koudelka, perhaps my biggest…

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