Crowds of pigeons waiting for handouts, Plaza del Sol, Madrid, Spain, August 2005

 

Downtown: roof tops in downtown Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, 2001

 

Auschwitz, 2005

 

Seal Caye, Gulf of Honduras, 2005

 

Inner channel, Barrier Reef, Central Belize, 2005

 

The remains of a corrie glacier, Tatra National Park 2005

 

Glacial lake, Valley of the five Kings, Tatra National Park, 2005

 

Sunset through sea fog, Cape Point, South Africa, 2004

Travels on a tripod

Travel photography has been a passion since those early teenage days backpacking around Europe and trekking through grim weather around Cumbria’s Lake District. From icy passes into Nepal to the blistering heat of the Pakistan’s Thar desert, underwater Down Under to downright lost in Hong Kong; six cameras, 100,000 airmiles and more third world bus journeys than I want to think about. There’s an online photo gallery (with a bit copyright protection than these pages). Drop me a mail and take a look.

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Seal Caye, Gulf of Honduras, 2005

Seal Caye is an island you'd never go to, because you'd never know they were there. There's no route signs or glossy ads, no airport, no timeshare, just shadowy dots on the horizon that gradually get larger; though never that much larger to be frank.

 

And that's the beauty of it. When you take away the bars and beaches, the clubs and casinos, the TV and the net you're left with something so fresh, so rich and yet so sparse, all you can do is fall in love.

 

We never ‘get a way from it all' any more do we? Even when we say we're going to there's CNN streamed into the hotel room, MTV in the bar and a cell-phone rattling with the latest texts. Most of the time we're not brave enough to even try. In our techno-enabled world, where possessions become a blanket we bury ourselves in, editing your life down to a day-sack can seem unthinkable. Yes, stripping back to the basics can be unnerving; but when you get there it delivers something so wildly different from anything that fortnight in Greece ever could. It's as fresh as a dive off Seal Caye's little dock at sunrise, as vast as the horizon and as ceaseless as the waves that stream onto the shore from the North. Yeah, no wonder I jumped ship that weekend to take my chances on the island with the two dogs that seem to have adopted the place as their own.

 

Looking back I'm still not quite sure how I ended up stepping onto that dock in December. But some friends-of-friends, the ceaselessly enthusiastic Angie, and a tail-wind of luck all went a long way to helping me find the right direction. And now, sitting here, at this laptop, back in a rather cold and grey other-side-of-the-world place, there's little I can do but plan the next trip back….

 

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