Christmas Eve in Chessington
It’s Christmas Eve 2022, and I’m at my parents house in Chessington, where London suburbs unfurl into the Surrey borders. As the festive evening draws in, a childish excitement flushes through me.
Familiar naive questions drift to the forefront of my brain. Will he visit me tonight? Can I stay awake long enough to witness his arrival? And have I been good enough to be rewarded with what I want?
As Christmas Eve turns into Christmas Day, the anticipation of checking my camera is reminiscent of getting the photos back from a roll of film sent off to the lab.
Did it work? Were the settings right? Yes! The magical creature, so embedded into my childhood did visit, and left me with a festive encounter, I’ll long remember.
Red Squirrels of The Yorkshire Dales, A Tonic to the Ears
Happy Adoption Day Alfie!
Happy adoption day Alfie! 9 years and not a day has gone by where you haven't melted our hearts (or attempted to raid our bins!)
On the Death of the Queen
I’ve always felt photography has this inimitable ability to mark both global and personal moments of significance. To lay down markers in our own and shared histories. To reflect “how it was” for us. The pictures shared today and this week, will be well planned and rehearsed. As a photographer, at such magnetic moments like this, it can be tempting to feel that if you’re not at the centre of it, you’re missing it. That ‘fear of missing out’ can be quite a crippling emotion. But as time passes and the “iconic” imagery loses its impact, it is the photos from outside of that centre that become more interesting. That become essential to telling the whole story.
Non Je Ne ‘Egret’ Rien, My 40th at Arne
They Sika Here, They Sika There - My 40th at Arne
Shadow Over Sun Lane
Colossus Hummingbird (Gigas Numenius) Spotted Over Sun Lane Development Plot
The Sinner & Gene Therapy (Lunenburg, Nova Scotia)
