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…

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…

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

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

Written by Jim Shannon for the introduction to ‘West of the Sun’: Great art has always been about…

It really is a fault of mine, and something I have been trying to rectify over the years…

There have been many, many times over the last seven or eight years when I have been unable…

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