The Sea Reclaims All
Waves shred the cliffs, engulfing them and dispersing the remnants along the coast. With climate change comes rising seas causing more land to fall victim to the savage sea.
Sunday Times Travel
I was recently interviewed for the Sunday Times Travel, it was published online and featured some of my work. I was pretty happy with it, obviously it has been edited and sub-edited, but take a read and I hope you find it interesting.
From Tundra to Taiga – Life in Arctic Russia
It’s getting dark and despite being frozen I can still feel the sharp hail like ice particles hitting me in the face. This is getting serious now, the freezing fog has closed in, visibility had been reduced and we are almost out of fuel, we have been searching for the last three hours yet no …
Straight to the point.
Ice archery is a tradition that is being kept alive through passion and dedication of the ice archers.
Migration of the Eagle Hunter.
On the migration route of Eagle hunters, crossing mountain passes, frozen rivers and ice lakes.
Court in Kirov.
A few words of English and a few words of Russian, the old man explained the ice fishermen won’t catch anything.
Soviet past in Moscow’s present.
Soviet architectural design and styles vary, mainly between a form of Art Deco, also referred to as Stalinist, to raw Brutalism.
Looking back to move forward.
The strong, low, early sun breaching the streets and the relaxed nature of the people I encountered was a memory to treasure, and one, I’ll never forget.
Keep us from death.
It’s a hard existence, they try to keep the frost at bay with candles but it creeps ever closer. The air is cold and stale.
The Moscow Challenge.
My first encounter with real non-English speaking Russians was at the local supermarket. I managed to find the goods I wanted, then it hit me, I would have to communicate with the person on the check-out. I approached with a knot in my stomach, my brain working overtime and spinning, this was so far out of my comfort zone I’d need a space ship to get back to it.
ARCHIVE: In Conversation with Don McCullin
I made a film about Don McCullin in 2009. I hung on every word he had to say. And since then I think I have watched and read every interview with him.
Moscow’s deep winter.
My fingers are screaming, the cold bites like a small bitey thing on a biting frenzy. The realisation hits me as I struggle to change the lens on my Canon 5d MkIV, my gloves are not working. It’s -26 in the centre of Moscow.