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…

There are times when you are just not in control of your body. And for me, Lewes bonfire…

At the end of a long day driving, walking and taking photographs around the north western mountains in…

There is something magical about being in the zone. When you have a camera in your hand and…

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

Note to Self: As my exhibition in May fast approaches and I find myself writing copy for grant…

I first started taking photographs at The Central School of Arts & Crafts in London. They were taken…

A Nikkormat I was given a Nikkormat body and a couple of lenses including a 50mm for, I…

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