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…

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

This was one of those moments when something inside you withers away and dies. I was only just…

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

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

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

Story tellers. It would appear that the human race are nothing but story tellers. That’s it. That’s all…

Koudelka is possibly the single greatest influence on me as a photographer. I was shown his work by…

It was as simple as ‘get to the top of Finland and turn left’.  At least that is…