It’s the little things: Me…


It’s fast approaching 3 years since I picked up a camera and thought to myself, with a bit of dedication and work I can have a bit of fun with this.

I would never in a million years, guessed it would have lead to where it has…

Obsessed is one verb that I could use without challenge, lucky would be an adjective I’d throw in too.

But, on the plus side I have learnt to see so much more, to recognise the moments, even in some cases predict them (apologises to anyone following me when I make a sudden turn, walking or driving)

Now, I’m proud and humbled to say that I have prints on walls, that to me means that someone want’s my image to be a regular part of their life, that is mind blowing in itself.

The 3rd edition of Our Little Corner is selling well, it’s a calendar of the local area I’ve produced using my images and I donate 30% of the profits to a local charity.

I’ve also been commended in the Take A View, Landscape Photographer Of The Year competition which means my image appears in the 12 edition of the book. I’ve still got to pinch myself that my little image of a field is there in print along side some absolutely outstanding images.

So, on the whole, it’s going well, not enough to give up the day job but I’m happy with where I am and I’m looking forward to where I’m going.


P.S. If you’re interested in the LPOTY book, click this link and buy it through the Amazon affiliate link , It won’t cost you any more and I’ll get a few pence for sending you there…




Murmuration of Leaf…


I knew that this was going to be beautiful.

It’s just a small spot on a river on the outskirts of Salisbury but as the water passes beneath a bridge cause a “calm” area where, to the normal passage of time, the water looks almost still. A series of 17 shots  3 seconds apart and then blended in photoshop illustrate that it’s anything but…

For George



Sometimes it’s hard to put into words what I want to say which, to be honest isn’t great for someone who brags about being a blogger but sometimes the subject deserves so much more eloquence and consideration than I am capable of.

I’d like to think that my image will make up for my lacking in words and maybe, somewhere, someone, will think of this before coming to their own conclusions.

George McKenzie Samson 7th January 1889 – 28th February 1923

White Horses Project #2 Alton Barnes, Swinging Jack…


A local farmer, Robert Pile, commissioned the cutting of this white horse back in 1812 and paid the handsome fee of 20 quid to a fella named Jack The Painter, aka John Thorne a Journeyman Inn Sign Painter, who in turn sub-contracted the work to a local lad, John Harvey and then proceeded to bugger off with the cash.

Unfortunately for Jack, this was a regular occurrence and 19th century justice caught up with him and he was later hanged for a series of similar crimes.

Fortunately we live in more enlightened times and the “vandals” who adorned the horse with “an extra limb” or, and I’m quoting the Wiki page, “turned the horse into a stallion” would have got off slightly lighter if they were ever caught.

Please, head over to the wikipedia page for this horse for load more details and I know for a fact that I’m going to be digging a bit deeper, deeper than Jack ever did, for the stories with this horse.

White Horses Project #1 Cherhill from Mile Elm

Because, you know, I’m so good at keeping up with my existing projects I really need another project… 365 Faces is ongoing and it will be, no matter what, 365 faces. It might take me a year or seven but I will get there in the end.

This project on the other hand has been rattling about in the head for a while now and originally I was thinking about utilising a film camera that I’ve acquired which, to be honest, I might still do, as the project progresses.

The aim of the project is to-

Photograph all eight remaining white horses in Wiltshire.

“Piece of piss!” You might think and I would agree so I want to take it that little bit further, I’m not going to park in the recommended parking spots or stand my tripod in the three holes worn by a multitude of photographers who’ve stood there before me.

The White Horses are a focal point but not the whole story. I’m going to try to encompass the horses come rain or shine and also involve the wider environment. I’m also going to locate the further 5 horses that have grown over and see what they have to offer.


This is going to be fun.