A walk in the park
Stopping to look closely at the things we see around us every day to appreciate their complexity and beauty. I'm fascinated by autumn and the wide variety of shapes that fall from our trees, but also the sudden decay and collapse as we move into winter. Portrait photographs of the "forest scrapings" I collect in parks and woodland as I go about my day. I am that strange man that wanders around the local park picking up bits of fallen foliage and stuffing them into his backpack.
Keep the light in your eyes
The light at the end
The damage is done
Starry Eyed
Before the end
Naked Assembly
Final surge
Ground control
We hold on no more
Wishful thinking
In my skin
On my travels
A home for now
Another day
No reprisals
Once Gold
Feed me
The end of toil
We will not capsize
Everything must go
The eye of terror
My Electric Head
You chose this
How we do battle
Hex: Prelude
The Wreckage Process
Fearless
Sequenced in pieces
Lay down your sword
This cold sun
Where there is balance
Opening the gates
These tangled lives
Stripped back
Sensitive to order
Choose your own treasure
We ride the spiral
The land we knew
All that effort is not wasted
Crossed paths
Can you see me?
How far have we come?
In all my glory
Ever Onwards
Moving on
As The World Turns
We Shine At Night
The Descent
Now Is The Time
Where are we headed?
Just a breath
No Stranger
Conquered
Movement in the grass
This is going to hurt
Orbiting Decay
Windswept and Interesting
From Within
Wind on skin
Stay Close
Will I fly again?
Looking for the sun
Flying Light
Standing here alone
Bound together
Broken thoughts
Lost in space
They won’t take us alive
