Car Share Shoot

This was an enjoyable shoot in the city suburbs, of a community care share project which has recently launched.
It’s always a challenge when you arrive at a location and the rain is beating down and it’s freezing cold… of course, the challenge comes in creating that spring or early autumn look and making sure the volunteer models feel comfortable and look ‘at home’ in the images.

Part of the enjoyment of photography is not knowing what is around the corner – certainly keeps one on their toes!

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Scenic Cambridge

Busy processing images from my shoot in Cambridge on Sunday… an early start, saw some wonderful light about 7:30am.
It was important that the client had a variety of inspirational and creative images of old and new Cambridge – moving away from the tried and tested imagery of the city to something a little more interesting and emotive – scrapping a lot of the traditional rules of photography to bring together a creative narrative of the modern city.

The B/W is a view of Corpus College – While everyone was shooting images of the college and all taking the same shot, I stood back, waited for a few minutes and grabbed a couple of frames of the college, but with the gorgeous silhouettes of the tourists, all taking their own photographs.

Ugandan Grandmother

“Grandmother” taken in rural Southwest Uganda 2015.

Perhaps not one of my most creative photographs, but the presence of colour on her clothing and the dignified look on her face really makes this one stand out.

This picture didn’t make it to the final cut of images for the exhibition or book, but still remains a favourite of mine


“He is old” | Uganda

A few months ago in Uganda I came across this elderly man, sitting on the grass, looking out over Lake Bunyonyi. The young guy who was showing me his village said blankly “he is old, not well” 

Somehow the elderly guy got around, relying on the wooden ‘walking stick’ finding his way around the hillside high above the lake.

Although dialogue was hard, I was told he sits there most days, unable to work on the land anymore (or indeed anywhere else), his life is spent on the hillside, often on his own.

I spent half hour, in a mixture of hand signals, gestures and interpretations we had some form of conversation. I left him much as I had come across him a while earlier, sitting, looking and watching the world go by, but above all else with a sense of dignity about him