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…

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

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

Much has been written about the relationship between the photographer and their subject. From the intimacy of portraiture,…

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

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

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

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

Next time you come across a photograph you think is good, try this basic exercise. Simply question why…

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