The Log sits outside the cottage door. I’ve been splitting sticks on it for over three years or so now. Ever since i returned home. The top is con-caved and soft from the constant chopping. Dozens of fires that heat the old house have started their life on this piece of wood.
Read MoreRunning for your life. It always struck me as a funny phrase.
Read MoreA year or so into it and it became clear that my priorities had changed, and I was now on a different path. Camra Man was born out of this period of self-reflection.
Read MoreSome countries allow you to rest…to be. They don’t force themselves on your senses. Attacking you as you sleep. Pollution, mosquitoes, and heat. India is exhausting.
Read MoreUnzipping the netting I clambered into the womb like structure of my bed. The mosquito net was a life saver, literally. Now I could relax, India could not reach me.
Read MoreThe farmer who owned the field, was a good Christian man and a member of the Democratic Unionist Party which at the time was headed up by the famous/infamous Dr Ian Paisley. He had been delighted to welcome Rihanna to his farm to film. He had no idea who she was.
Read MoreWaiting 70 per cent, looking for parking 10 per cent, needing and finding a toilet 10 per cent, editing five per cent, drinking coffee, two per cent, needing the toilet again two per cent, and finally taking photos one per cent. This is a pretty accurate breakdown of an assignment for a Press Photographer, especially in London.
Read MoreShooting a series of portraits in a conflict zone poses unique problems and risks. Gaining the trust of opposing groups is tricky and this couldn’t have been achieved without the help of a local ‘fixer.’ A fixer is the unsung hero of journalism.
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