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…

Failure can be a strong word. It’s no big deal, and not something I am particularly hung up…

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

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

I am now long overdue a film developing session followed by some printing. And I cannot wait. Apart…

At the end of a long day driving, walking and taking photographs around the north western mountains in…

More musings: A camera is but a tool. A means to an end. The photographer is the artist,…

I stood knee deep in the water and prayed. Prayed. If ever a word had connotations, it’s ‘prayed’.…

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