#34 – Arm Porn on the Gatwick Express
Because, well, why not?
Tag: Travel
Bleak
“Anyone who could get out got out.” My colleague describes the fate of Rustavi, Georgia, in the immediate aftermath of the collapse of the Soviet Union. Developed intensively as part of Stalin’s accelerated industrialization process, at its peak the city was home to 90 factories. Today, it’s a bleak ghost town.
Sunset over Istanbul
No filter or editing needed for this beautiful sunset coming into Istanbul 30 minutes ago…
The Seaside in Winter
I grew up by the sea. One of my projects during my photography degree was called The Seaside in Winter. I love this time of the year on the coast – the weather may bring turbulent raging sea, or it may bring crisp blue skies, but it rarely brings people. The seaside in winter is… Continue reading The Seaside in Winter
Sensation Overload
I don’t get the January blues; I love the energy of a new year. My enthusiasm to ‘get shit done’ and solve work and personal problems that have been niggling me is in overdrive. But bloody hell, the weather gets on my nerves! This morning I looked out the window and thought ‘I need colour!’. So… Continue reading Sensation Overload
Daydreaming
It’s cold. I don’t like the cold. I am daydreaming about piles of fresh squid, spicy salads and cold beer on the northern shores of Phu Quoc, Vietnam.
#14 – Edinburgh Airport
An all too familiar sight.
Hotel art #1
The themes continue to emerge! I’ve written before about the inordinate amount of time I spend in hotels, and hotel art has inspired some of my Sinful Sundays. Hotel art intrigues me; on occasions so stylised it’s verging on the pretentious, on others so randomly curated you wonder why they bothered. It can certainly set… Continue reading Hotel art #1
A wave from the train…
I head out of Paddington on the train regularly. My Mum is just outside Oxford, my business partner near Chippenham, my best friend in Cardiff. On each of these journeys I pass through Cholsey, a small village where generations of my family lived and where my Dad grew up. I do this weird thing of… Continue reading A wave from the train…
#4 – The 700 Mile Commute
The holidays, such as they were are over, and I return to work with an early morning flight down to London.