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…

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

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

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

Sometimes you have to squeeze a trip into whatever time you have available. And if all you have…

Photography can mean so many different things to different people. One of the most poignant and common thoughts…

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

Sometimes you have to squeeze a trip into whatever time you have available. And if all you have…

“But what is there, west of the sun?” I asked. She shook her head again. “I don’t know.…