anecdotes,a written apology and ramblings.

as I was still recovering,not only from the pinches I gave myself to check I was actually shooting a proper, real life competition, but also the slight electrifying incident in Sintra, the lovely people at ThreeSixty Magazine decided to ask me to answer some questions for them. (I know, the only explanation is that they hadn't had much swell to report on during those months!)

HERE is the result of ramblings to those poor people, which was my attempt at thanking all the amazing people I worked with over in Portugal and giving Mr Yelland a written apology for missing his rather long barrel in the depths of Scotland. I hoped that after 3 years this would give him some closure. But like my attempt at trying to write succinctly, it was all wishful thinking.
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like a tea tray in the sky.

salvador dali pictures of alice in wonderland.

maybe I can ask for them as a very happy unbirthday present...

see the full wonderful collection here
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difference in a day

twenty four little hours.
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dads case.

A while back, during a quarterly ruthless clear out session, my dad came across his old navy suitcase and brought it in to show me before it began its inevitable journey to the dump.
Now as a lover of junk and all deserted things, these parental clear out sessions are particularly traumatic. This often leads me to beg and plead with my dad, to become the voice of the silent forgotten, hopefully reminding him of the memories created them. The result will go one of two ways. The first is probably the reason that my room appears to be shrinking, as I find myself inheriting the items. The other grants me a multitude of funny looks from people at the local refuse site, as I whisper 'sorry' to boxes and bags before dropping their resting place...the skip.
Dads suitcase, he explained, had been to faraway lands, travelled the seven seas and had seen more wonders of the world than most people in a lifetime. With every story the fell from his mouth, my dads reluctance to part with the case was blindingly obvious. But, it had passed its usefulness date and the only way to save it was to find it a new purpose and so, on one sunny weekend, we made this...it even has a hidden place for me to keep other members of my forgotten collection.
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justice to the moment.

I blooming love clouds.
Mitch Dobrowner is solely responsible for re awakening my desire to go storm chasing, to see a super cell form and evolve, to see a tornado touch down and to watch a mothership track its course across an open plain...just don't tell my gran.

check out his work on his website here

and a little clip of the man himself underneath.
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dont say nothing.

sintra scenes and living in dreams.

As the dying days of summer scorched the sky a molten gold, I took a trip down the atlantic. To the land of castles in clouds, perfect people and fried feet.Sintra.
Here's some things I saw after I finished with beach cam.
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