I think I've finally found a theme that I'm happy with, so I'm going to spend the next few days adding content. I've created this site so I can host my photos, with the intent of maybe selling a few to cover my traveling expenses. I'm also going to use it as a convenient place to post the nonsense I generate that doesn't make it onto facebook or twitter - you lucky lucky people! So yeah, that's it.

They say there is a difference between photos of something and photos about something.  Who they are I do not know, nor do I care, but surely every photograph taken can only be truly understood by the person holding the camera and pressing the button? Do photos need to be understood to be appreciated?  I’m not sure how many photos I’ve seen in my life that I’ve enjoyed, but I doubt that I truly empathised or deeply understood the owner’s motives for taking the photo at that precise moment in time. I am a simple man with simple pleasures, I like to take photos.  I do not hold some...

A sentiment I can agree with. Like many people, I dont know what I want to do.  My life is made up of a million little pieces exploring as many things as possible, looking for things that make me smile and appreciate where I am.  I’m lucky in many ways that I find wonder in the smallest of things, so finding bits of happiness is relatively easy.  Fortunately it doesn’t last very long; my internal engine of curiosity drives my need to experience new things, so I’m always looking to fill those little bits of life with wonder and appreciation. I hope I never realise what I’m truly...

I’ve always been envious of artists.  Be it drawey types, musicey types, photography types, writey types, sculptery types etc. I wish I had the ability to convert the words in my brain to coherent and interesting sentences.  I feel that I have seen and heard enough in these 33 years to have interesting stories to share, but I am incapable of conveying the emotion and texture of my travels.  I try to write good like innit, but I am never happy with the end result, and I feel my writing skills are somewhat lacking the required level to become a proper writer. Despite this, I’ve started...

My time in Iraq will soon be coming to a close.  I’ll be leaving this wonderful country in a few weeks, and for some unknown reason, I think I am going to miss it. The heat is horribly uncomfortable, the security (or lack of) is a constant worry and the never ending dust is forever in my face, and yet I will look at my time here with fond memories, and I dont think many people can say that.  I dont know why I enjoy travelling the more unsavoury parts of the world – it’s probably some deep/lame ego/id thing where my brain can only appreciate the good if I’ve experienced the bad.  It’s...