A beautiful blur

 Sometimes I forget why I do photography and need to be reminded. See its not for me about the pictures I take when I travel (although I enjoy that) or about experimenting. For me I'm most alive when taking pictures when the photo I'm taking speaks to my soul and most of the time it does that when its abstract, when the world is a beautiful blur of color and motion.

I went out tonight and I took photos for me, I twisted the camera trying to create the images I wanted. To capture the feeling that would refresh my soul and for me that's not found in static images or people protraits but in an abstract expression of how truely beautiful the world is.

When the world you capture with your camera is a beautiful, colourful blur its all you need to keep the art in your soul alive.

The colours of decay

For me autumn is a time for the beautiful and slow creep of decay as the season ticks slowly over into the depths of winter. The leaves change colour and sweep off the trees, the air becomes crisp and cold and wind and rain lash member of the public poor enough to be caught without an umbrella on their commute to work.

It was this sense of colourful decay that I set out to capture with my camera today. At first I was setting out to capture the changing of the season through the subtle shift of nature in the urban world, but as usually when I actually got halfway through taking pictures the emphesis had begun to change.

I grew fascinated by the disintegrating posters that had peeled away to leave layers of vibrate colour behind, the rusted garage doors now covered in metallic street art and the vibrate graffiti scrawled over the streets of Cardiff.

Entropy had caused the world to drip and melt with a rainbow of hues and shades. And what I had come out to photograph had changed, instead of the natural oncoming of autumn I had caught instead the urban world's vibrate colours of decay.

Edinbugh: Scotland's Empress of the North

Ancient and modern, hip yet historical, beautiful and edgy. Scotland's so called Empress of the North is one of the jewels in this country's crown. The city is filled with absolutely stunning sights such as medevil, Georgian and neoclassical buildings. Lovely gardens, an extinct volcano and the centre piece of Edinbugh castle.

I had arrived in Edinbugh for Bearscot, a gay bears festival that is held every year and took a few nights to drink heavily and shake my posterior at a variety of night clubs. Whether it was held at the steamy venue of CC Blooms two floor gay night club, the sprawling and subterranean setting of The Caves or the old fashioned watering hole of The Phoenix it was a great excuse to party the night away.

After the event (and my recovery from the subsequent hangover) I made sure I took some extra time to wander around the city with my camera. Immediately I was struck by just how truly lovely the city was. The grand architecture and enchanting sights were superb and I had an awesome afternoon visiting the city's grand castle, followed by a visit to the exquistely atmospheric St Giles Cathedral.

Afterwards I strolled through the city centre's parks and gardens (made particularly interesting by the grand gothic Scott Monument spire that takes pride of place in the park centre). I then headed for Edinbugh's national art gallery and perused some of the finest renaissance, scottish and impressionist artwork that Scotland had to offer.

As a final part of my trip I made sure to take the climb up to Calton Hill, a small steep hill whose top is stewn with stone structures and archaeological oddities that were designed to add a Grecian feel to the city. After taking in the stunning view of the city I climbed back down and made my way back to my hotel.

All in all I had had a fantastic trip to Edinbugh and as I flew back to my home city of Cardiff I left satisfied by my truly enjoyable trip to this grand city.

Through the looking glass

One of the challenges of running a blog on my photography is trying to come up with new subject matters and styles to keep things interesting.

It can feel exhausting fighting a continual creative battle, however when you find a new technique or style there is nothing like the feeling that comes with it. That's why when the inspiration struck to try taking pictures through glass I leapt on it.

The idea was simply enough and I was inspired to try it when I was looking through the glass panels of our front door to the world outside. Immediately everything became distorted and riveted by the glass. Appearing to run as if a painting was left out in the rain.


A lot of my photography revolves around the themes of creating a distorted, abstract or painted world and these photos perfected fitted into those themes and ideas. By doing this I was hoping to take my audience through the looking glass and into a whole new and painted world.