The view from the Allmistübli restaurant, high above the lower Simmen valley, Lake Thun and the town I call home: Spiez, in the Bernese Oberland in Switzerland.
Since moving away from the UK, I miss jaunts into London, which now only take place once a year at most. A German resident of London, Konstantin Binder, provides me with a dose of the kind of exploration I would do, were I still in the UK.
Apple announced the new iPad today. My first thoughts on how I, as a photographer and media developer, may be able to use such a device.
Now that I'm well into 2010, I'd like to re-start the search for volunteers for the One Frame Movie series. Find out more in this article.
I dragged my family across a small island off the south coast of Pembrokeshire in South Wales in the rain to see a lighthouse. What a wretch I am.
In January of 2005 - five years ago this week - Jo visited me in Switzerland for the first time. These photos show our wonderful time together.
A set of panoramic photographs of Taormina, an ancient town built high on the cliffs of Sicily's eastern coast.
I am auctioning off a single print of one of my photographs to the highest bidder to support the earthquake victims in Haiti.
Jo learned to ski in Scotland when she was younger. After living here for several years now, she decided that it was about time to give cross-country skiing another try and give me my first shot at trying, as I'm not keen on regular skiing and had never tried cross-country before.
On our way back to Edinburgh from Angus, we stopped off at Kinross to see the impressive expanse of Loch Leven, frozen and covered with snow.
A friend asked me over the Christmas break how I manage to retain my drive for taking photos. I gave it some thought over the past few days and thought that my answer might be useful or interesting to other photographers or artists and so here it is.
Driving between Stirling and Perth on our way back to Angus, I saw this jaw-droppingly beautiful pink sunset over a fog-covered winter landscape alongside the main road. So, I jumped on the brakes, pulled into a farm access road and waded through calf-deep snow to get as many shots as I could before the light changed.
We spent much of the Christmas and New Year break in Letham, a small town in Angus, Scotland, where Jo grew up. Just after New Year, we took Archie, the family dog, for a walk around the town and Jo showed me places from her childhood as the evening set in and more snow fell.
We took a diversion off the motorway to explore the wintry countryside and came across the highest village in Scotland, buried in snow.
A five minute video shot out of the window of an easyJet flight leaving Edinburgh and banking west over the Firth of Forth in Scotland.
Short observational notes taken on a flight between Edinburgh and Geneva.
While we were in the U.K. this Christmas, Jo and I travelled down to the south coast of England at short notice to visit family. On our return, we headed back up along the west of England and south western Scotland, stopping off in the small town pictured here as we'd heard so much about it, but never visited.