The first tunnel, first of many… but you never forget your first…

This is an underpass. It’s on 167th St in the Bronx and runs under the Grand Concourse. We lived in a block of 6-storey red-brick apartment buildings a few blocks away and this was where we shopped. It really hasn’t changed much since I lived there back in the early 60’s. Deep discount shops, fast food,

A short stroll down Mulberry Street

Wandered into Little Italy a few weeks ago. It’s a bit of the same as it’s ever been and a lot like it never was, except maybe in movies and TV and what we expect of it. Part history, part fantasy. We had a brilliant cannoli at Cafe Roma though, along with an exquisite piece

Sometimes it’s just black & white

… and sometimes a bit of sepia

St Patrick’s Church, Hawea Flat, New Zealand

My daughter’s friend lived in this charming historic church in Central Otago, which was designed by the renowned George Gilbert Scott. He was the architect of the Christchurch Cathedral which was destroyed by the earthquake of 2011. It was the first church in the area (soon followed by St Ninyans and another near Tarras). It

Garnet Quiggley

Garnet Quiggley of Krakens Lair Still working on the photos from the Easter Steampunk shoot. Very pleased with how they’ve turned out, especially the studio shots as I’m always a little nervous working with studio lights. But not a bad result…                            

Don’t mess with Kraken’s Lair

Time travelling denizens of another dimension… they arrived on Easter Saturday. We met them in the old Whangarei Quarry. They’re rather like us, but different. They do love their weapons… A sentimental moment…. Once upon a time, a long long time ago, so long it seems like another lifetime… I met someone I’ve never forgotten…

Steampunks in their native habitat…

Been itching to shoot some steampunks… So we are up in the far north, Whangarei – shooting Kraken’s Lair… a thriving nest in an unexpected place…

Random steam train encounter

There was a time when I was amazed at how, when I had just discovered something amazing – it seemed like the universe just kept delivering it to me in an abundance of synchronicity… A little older, a little wiser I’ve come to suspect that all these amazing, wonderful things are happening around us all

Keeping Track of History in St Petersburg

We’d driven past the Church of the Spilled Blood en route to everywhere and by the time we arrived, it was the end of the day. My head was full of art and culture and history and numb from the hard-sell at the ‘quality’ gift shop we were taken to and held hostage for nearly

On Location: New York!

The five boroughs of New York having always been the stuff that movie dreams are made of. The American film industry may have been born across the Hudson River in New Jersey, but quickly moved to Manhattan and by the 1920’s, the city was buzzing with studios producing silent films. Then in 1926, Hollywood sprung