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…

Three years at art college would not be complete without some politics, squatting and clashes with the police.…

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

India 20-03-11: We crossed a bridge. It was a railway bridge, with a small walkway to the side…

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

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

January 2010. New Years resolutions and a new found determination to drown myself in my photography again turned…

More musings: A camera is but a tool. A means to an end. The photographer is the artist,…

Travel writer, journalist and photographer: Barbara always looked old to me. She was old in my first memories…