Photography

The calendar on the wall of the hospital reception room reads 1974, and there are magazines on the shelves from 1971. Across the ...

It is night by the time you arrive. You can barely make out the trampled barbed wire fence as you ease under it. Your backpack ca...

It’s silent, but for the crunch of rusted Pachinko balls underfoot. In front of you lies a shattered bowling ball, its marbled gr...

The silence is broken by the sound of the shutter, reminding me why I love taking photos, especially in natural light. Sun ra...

From hand helds to hand holds, from being dangerously exposed to overexposure, good climbing photography sometimes means letting i...