I initially borrowed my friend Shin Smith’s Mamiya RB67 for a trip to Oxford at the end of February. Shortly after, I went to Cornwall with a group of friends and thought it cou...
In early December I spent a few hours over the course of a couple of days attempting to take shots inside Greenwich Market. As the result of a comment to my last post asking if ...
St Kilda, not the wild islands off the coast of Scotland, but the plastic fantastic beach side suburb of Naarm (Melbourne, Australia). Where roller blades and lycra, sunglasses ...
I have been fooling with cameras for almost 60 years, since I was in junior high school in the early 1960s in the Detroit, Michigan area. In those days the Nikon F series ...
Though I've largely ploughed my creative furrow in street photography, I got my all-important start in being paid to photograph by shooting gigs on the Glasgow and Edinburgh mus...
The term muscle memory is often used in society, however, do we know what it means? I must confess to being guilty as charged using the phrase mentioned above. The term's meanin...
I’m new here, so a short history. My life in photography began in Glasgow in sepia-toned far-off memories that shape the year 2006. Zinedine Zidane had just head-butted Fr...
The first international trip since the onset of the COVID-19 pandemic brought us to Bilbao, which offers many photographic opportunities and challenges. Of course there is the G...