For a child growing up in 1970’s England, New York was a revelation. It was shiny, glamorous, attractively packaged. And there was so much choice. Take the cereal. In London we had cornflakes, ginourmous boxes of weetabix from the cash and carry (actually the individually packaged biscuits were quite cool, but weetabix for months on …
Today I woke before the alarm went off with thoughts of work and what I had to accomplish today. A couple of week’s ago I woke to what I thought was the sound of a cement mixer. It turns out it was simply the snoring of my trip mates. I might be forgiven the mistake …
I came to love this window in Istanbul …claimed it, in my casual colonial way, as my Istanbul window. I have photographed it often over the years, measuring my progress as a photographer, seeing the instinctive capture become a knowledge-based action. Still instinct-driven but enhanced by a growing ease with the technical realities of each …
There are 860 hairpin turns on Mexico’s Highway 120 which snakes through the Sierra Gorda Mountains in the Northern Central Highlands. Looking down at the valleys while the bus driver navigated 180 degree turns with skill I couldn’t help but wonder what little a guardrail would do (where there were some) to stop a mammoth …
‘When you talk to them about the mooring fees, I wouldn’t mention the fact that you’re changing her name’ said Nick, my sailing mentor and the friend whose house I was redo-ing in exchange for him buying me a boat, ‘they’re an odd bunch, sailors’. But we knew this, right? I mean, in my 5 …
The first time we went back to visit my sweetie’s family on O`ahu (I had already met them on one of their visits to Seattle), we flew into Honolulu, picked up a rental car, and drove across the Ko`olau range to their home on the Windward Side. I was immediately invited to sit with her …