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…

When cycling around Eastern Europe it was very low-tech for Morgan and I. Our decision was spur of…

Arrival in India 13-03-11: An airport is an airport is an airport. And Delhi airport is an airport.…

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

India 19-03-11: It was just a sensation at first, a feeling that something was missing, something you couldn’t…

This is for those of you who have not been to see Ansel Adams: Photography from the Mountains…

We are in an age of living vicariously through others. We relish the final products of artists and…

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

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