The Union


No certainty, nothing to rely on

Holding still for a moment

What a moment this is

For a moment of forgetting

A moment of bliss.


What a rollercoaster week we had. From the unspeakable  evil terror that came into our midst to a coming together of people and showing all that is good in humanity to our personal arrival that was the result of the union of the show off Aldo and my favourite (shouldn’t really have favourites, but I do) dog Hattie.

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So here they are  – the new arrivals. Two girls one boy. Sleepless nights ahead.



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These aren’t landscapes, nor cityscapes or even a pinhole image. What can I say? I’m a closet portraitist.


The problem is I am also an introvert. Therefore I don’t have many opportunities to make portraits. I would rather go and explore a deserted shoreline or stand by myself amongst ancient trees. Move anonymously with the movement of a city.


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But I also know many cool and interesting individuals and opportunities do arise now and again to  leave my comfort zone and manage to sneak in a portrait once in a while.






We are enslaved in so many ways to measure time, aren’t we? Clocks and calendars, stopwatches and timers. How much time we allot to our loved ones each day or week. Work time versus play time. Down time. Time, time, time. It is an imaginary distinction that we created, then wrapped ourselves so thoroughly in it, yet it is also a very finite resource. How many days do you have in your life? We don’t know and won’t know until the end, but imaginary number or not, it is not an infinite number.

Even though we are the ones that invest time with meaning, it is still of immense value. Seconds mean something, minutes do too. Hours, days, weeks, months. Sometimes I measure time by photographic exposure. Those are some of my favourite units to measure time by, in fact. This exposure is 2 minutes for example. How many of those can I do in a given window. I only had so much time ,  only so many 2 minute exposures. The risk then is to worry about all the time that is lost or not used, to worry about the 2 minute exposures I might not be able to make. But this way of looking at things is an eternal loss. There will always be time you wish you had. We think we are drowning in a glut of time, we have time to spare, to waste or throw out. Considering the value of that time is set individually, this may very well be true but I hope not.

Exposures like this make me think more about time, they make me more aware of its ebb and flow. I only made one of these exposures. Two minutes was all I was willing to give this scene before moving on to other exposures. That doesn’t demonstrate a lack of value on my part though, the mere fact that I stopped here for a couple of minutes speaks against that notion. This two minute stretch was quite valuable to me and that is why I only made one image, I just made sure to make my execution of that image mirror the value of the time spent in order to expose it. I could go on about time, but I fear I have taken up enough of yours just reading thus far. I wanted to share a bit of what goes through my head during the making of such photos and how they help me measure time in a slightly different fashion and stay aware of its constant forward flow.


So only by going all the way to the end will you know if something will bring you peace.

Colourflow In Mind

A Nod to Kandinsky

We just finished re painting our hall and stairs and the idea for a set of colour photographs, inspired by Kandinsky’s use of colour, was born. So here are the resulting images with some philosophical musings attached.


Kandinsky has left some of the most sublime colour-combinations, abstract forms, and spiritual thoughts on art.

Art is retreating back to nature


Art awakens in us an appreciation for life, nature, and the universe.

Music x Painting


I love music, music is the strings of the soul. Kandinsky likens music a lot to his painting . I love this idea of trying to create vibrations in the soul with my art and photography.



Colours in photos or art can influence our soul; how we feel, our emotions, and our mind.

Feel joy through art


If you’re an artist and not feeling joy, something is wrong.

Create art that vibrates your soul


Make art through your pen, your keyboard, your body, your voice. If your art evokes vibrations in your soul, and the soul of your viewer, you are doing it right.

Abstraction is clarity


Reality and life are very messy and complicated. I love abstract painting and art because it shows us true reality, not clear, crisp lines.

Necessity creates the form


There is no better form in art. Painting isn’t better than sculpture or photography.

Every art form is distinct.

Photography isn’t better in digital or film. It is just different. I prefer film.


Composition is the sum of organised tensions

If  photos or images have no tension there will be no interest or composition.

Enjoy art for how it touches you, but above all, have fun.

The Quiet Of Trees


For me it is often less about where a specific place is than it is about what a place is… if that makes sense or not.

I remember the first time I ventured out to Alwen Reservoir, though I don’t remember how it came onto my radar to begin with. I was surprised at how such a grand sight could sit relatively hidden away in a forest.


That first trip in was when I really came to appreciate the hike in as much as the abandoned house itself.


The hike is gorgeous for no particular reason. Even the forest road in runs through some beautiful forest. If I had to try to pin it down, I would say it was about the character of the trees up there… they are quieter than normal.


It is a very peaceful and calming hike, I daresay I enjoy the trek more than the destination in this case though I do more photography at the destination… though that is hardly a reliable way of equating value.


On my most recent trip out there I came back with daylight to spare and my reward was some lovely afternoon light patterning its way through the trees.


In this case I was drawn to the abandoned farm house just outside the woods. I lingered here long enough to make a picture… and then some.