*long exhale*

A week of, frankly, horrendous jobs - some of which I’ve told you about, others must stay under wraps for a while.

Let’s all look at the pretty flowers and the sun and sea and think about being somewhere lovely.

Mmmmm…

The last photo I posted just cos was in March.

March!

Shocking. So, here, have a nice picture of Scarlet, in a churchyard in Inverness, with some lovely sunshine and long shadows and a tree.

There.

Much nicer than smashed up people and our current game of death themed “Would ya rather…?”

Meh, fuck it. Too much angst and tooth gnashing around here. The sun is shining and a woman in Greece just fixed all my iPhone worries.

Have me, O and N, kicking it happy-style.

Jen wears her work.

Another shot from this series.

You cold, little tombstone?

This autumn I was asked to shoot a friend’s art installation in Inverness. A mass Yarnbombing, they wrapped trees and gravestones in bright red wool, carpeted tombs, hung ethereal ball gowns from the ceiling. I’ve only just finished editting the entire shoot - you’ll be seeing more of these.

Off camera flash rocks my world.

Not quite what’s normally meant, but you’re never too young to learn a little prehospital airway management. Lesson 1: equipment familiarisation.

A photo for anyone who’s ever had their hand cramp up sucking endless crap out of someone’s mouth, while leaning to the left to avoid the “overflow” scooshing out and covering your uniform.

Off downstairs for coffee and writing now.

Editting pictures for a friend tonight and it made me realise how much I’ve missed noodling around in Photoshop. There’ll be more photos coming soon from the archives, plenty that I’ve editted and never published. In the mean time, here’s a cool poster on a fence in Berlin.

That is all.