image of the week…memory loss

23:43 18/08/2016

In my sleepy state I can’t actually recall if I’ve already posted this image? The heat of the Albanian sun feels like a lifetime ago and I am itching to return. I’ll save a story for another Thursday when I am not so deliriously tired. Paul crossed my path as I walked with intent towards a lady hanging […]

Image of the week…Italians and Geese

23:22 13/08/2016

If only there were such thing as train miles. I am a Eurostar pro and my French is improving. More surprisingly so is my knowledge of geese. But first, a Tuscan tale. There were 5 tutors and 35 (ish) students. I had 4 eager pupils, each creative and unique. The loose structure of the workshop […]

image of the week ….double scoop

23:47 04/08/2016

I have reached a new level of slackness but the situation is a rare one. This is a double scoop from a tiny town in beautiful Tuscany where I am currently getting little sleep teaching a workshop. We are eating and drinking a little too well and the heat here is relentless, but the sunsets […]

image of the week… invisible alien

00:06 22/07/2016

I keep returning to this image. It seems the roll that I shot near the arrest held many moments within a small window. I’m used to feeling alien, the glistening stare from local faces that follow me as I stroll with a sense of acceptance. It seems where ever I travel I never blend in. […]

image of the week… how many men does it take to change the internet?

00:02 15/07/2016

The water stubbornly refuses to warm as my hand begins to go numb as I hold it under the shower. It’s early and the room is dark but the lights wont come on. A power cut I presume. Taking a deep breath I brave a rabbit wash hastily and dive into layers the other side to warm […]

image of the week… stolen by rosé

21:43 10/07/2016

In true Arles style I abandoned my blogging and destroyed my liver. Now aboard the Eurostar I wearily type and post two images for my sins.   Another two from my fleeting Albanian reccy. I’m eager to squeeze in another trip back but will have to see what the diary allows. In the mean time […]

image of the week..last shot

17:40 30/06/2016

I’m always late… Maybe it’s a childish playful mission to beat the notion of time, or simply a lack of ability to time manage. It is never more prominent than when I’m shooting. Sometimes the vacuum I enter when I look through the viewfinder is transporting. I’m often taken to a land of calm, exciting and serene timelessness. When I […]

Image of the week…the arrest ..

22:04 23/06/2016

Day 4 I smell of goats. (To be explained another time) Today we visited the nearest town. Besa informed me it had a violent history. Around 1997 the gang culture and violence was rife. Apparently you’d lose your tyres if you parked there for more than 15 minutes. But once we arrived I found this hard […]

image of the week…call of duty

10:03 10/06/2016

Here’s the post I pre wrote in the airport late Wed night… I suppose part of growing up is about letting things go. Taking that deep sigh and accepting that ‘It is what it is’. But the spoilt three year old in me is having a tantrum and as I watch the sun set over a glass of red […]

image of the week… broken bank holiday Brucey bonus

23:39 02/06/2016

I have the lush excuse that my site was down last week so this weeks post will have more than one tale and a few pics to fill in the gaps. I wont reveal the image from this tale as it is still unpublished but will recall a specific story. The pastor and I text […]