For six weeks from October to November this year, I stayed on the incredible Isles of Skye and Raasay off the West Coast of Scotland. I would make Raasay Housemy base, where I would work alongside my dear friend Poppy.
With a group of happy and kind people in tow, I explored the wild open spaces of the Scottish western isles with an adventurous and intrepid spirit. I recall one late afternoon we were on a beach with an ancient castle ruin towering over us, and someone among us said swim, and we all did in spite of the icy ocean water. What a laugh it was! Some of us made it as far as Edinburgh and Glasgow, where we were fortunate to see a fantastic Scottish folk music performance in a bar and wander the stone clad streets.
From the moment I drove past Loch Lomond and through the mountains of Glencoe, I knew this would be a magical place to explore. Then twisting and turning along the most scenic, open roads and over a huge bridge I arrived on Skye, which is out of this world!
These are the photos I have chosen to capture my time on the islands. Having considered the natural landscapes and environment, I decided to go a little experimental and shoot on Fuji Velvia 35mm, for rich and colourful tones. A few images were captured on my phone.
Keep an eye on my Instagram Story! Over the next few days I will be showing a select few more memories from Scotland.
Over a few days recently we had some proper snowfall, something which doesn’t happen too often around here. Usually this group of friends are a fairly busy bunch, but this was an opportunity far to good to miss and we all decided to take the day to play in the snow. With us were Iulia and boyfriend Thomas as well as Hope who’s been on here before.
We slipped and slided our way to the park, with a big old cushion in hand to try a little sledding. Everyone and their children were out playing and having fun. So did we! Have a look at the photos.
Winter this year has been a dreary affair, having not found much time to play or explore. Working a regular job for a while has led me to appreciate the times when you are free to go wherever you want.
There have been one or two adventures, and certainly the best of them was when my lovely companion Hope and me went out to a place called Birling Gap.
We started the day by visiting a favourite spot in Brighton for coffee and a nibble to eat. Following a nose around in a couple of shops, we departed. Winding our way along the grassy Sussex coastline we came to Birling Gap, where we climbed down and spent time on the beach. There were white cliffs towering over us, as a warm midwinter sun set on the horizon, tinting everything orange.
It was the best day out, as we laughed and played music. Made all the better by the company.
Here are some photos from Hope and myself that day.
London is many things, light and dark. Perhaps nowhere else in England embodies the intersection between chaotic creation and destruction like this monolithic metropolis, that 8.6 million people call home.
There is something foreboding about London; to feel a little intimidated by ‘The Big Smoke’ is a sign of wisdom. The idea of London as the epicentre of historic dominion and oppression remains. You can very much feel the ghost of the terror and darkness that once inhabited the streets; lasting darkness of the kind immortalised in the poetry of William Blake. And everywhere little reminders lay, like the hopeless inequality which hangs heavy and leaden over this place. I have resisted London, although I cannot deny the cultural weight which is here.
In a city of such enormous contrast and energy, it felt right to take photos in black and white. My close friend William and I packed our bags, and set off into the mass.