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’.…

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

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

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

Epic and biblical. That’s how I would describe Salgado’s work. And let’s not forget the tonal ranges. And…

Mario Giacomelli (1925-2000) is the photographer I never had the courage to be. His work exudes extremes of…

The latest edition of Sidetracked came out today and it features an article by Jim, reporting on our…

Once again Kodak was all over the news this morning. They have filed for bankruptcy protection. There is…