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…

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

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

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

India 19-03-11: “You cannot go down there.” And who was I to argue with two uniformed policemen? This…

Story tellers. It would appear that the human race are nothing but story tellers. That’s it. That’s all…

Sheer Genius and absolute beauty: Sometimes you meet someone who you just click with. Someone who you feel…

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

A couple of weeks ago I was working at Celtic Manor Golf Course – the venue for the…