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…

Eighteen years old, Morgan and I had decided to cycle to Eastern Europe from Milan, our home at…

Scotland is famous for many wonderful things… Scotland is also famous for it’s midges. I had, of course,…

After driving over 7000km in nine days around Scandinavia it was the morning of my last day. I…

Iceland. Never has the essence of a country so closely resembled the way in which I see the…

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

India 21-04-11: Driving towards Delhi from Mathura, early in the morning as the sun came up, mist rising,…

During the build up to the exhibition I made contact with some wonderful, passionate people: Peers, bloggers, journalists…

Fomatone Nature 532- II Within a year of starting to do my own darkroom prints I had moved…