Moments…

We look so fine, so clear and swell, you’d never guess how deep the well of darkness, pain and itchy bad, that makes us in some moments sad. Love of friends is not the thing that stops such creeping suffering …

Business portraits matter

Put away that smartphone. Yes really. Away! A business portrait is more than a snapshot and it takes skill. To create an image that humanises you, at ease with your environment, in harmony with your expertise and infused with professionalism …

Convergence

Almost four years ago I wrote about how we define ourselves and what it means to be us. The timing is vaguely interesting although not especially relevant: I’d finished treatment for the latest cancer earlier that year and struggled physically …

Feel the force…

I’ve always loved spending time outside. I grew up in a small valley close to a huge golf course that covered the hill between my village and the one at the top. That vast open space, with woods filled with …

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Facing you now, what you want now, is not an easy thing. The she that was creeps back when you least expect her. She arrives with inglorious fanfare, to remind you of all you have lost and that you are …

Talking photographs and Flat Friends on BBC Wiltshire

At the end of last year I visited BBC Wiltshire in Swindon to do a live radio interview with Graham Seaman, talking about our fabulous charity Flat Friends UK and my year long photographic project to produce our first Calendar – quite exciting …

I am an awesome breastfree woman!

Breast Cancer awareness month starts tomorrow and I am probably one of a small army of survivors who usually unplugs the wifi until its over because of all the crass and self indulgent marketing campaigns that plaster social media in …

The she inside

The I I see the you that’s me The we we are the ones we’ll be The she inside the shadow deep Where truth reside and dare not speak Who is the we that be on show The I you …

Days like these

Days like today, when veins are bruised and blown from cannulations, when smile is bright and wide to hide the misery of stupid little sodding hurts that make me want to cry… Days like these I miss my mum, that’s …

Love and understanding

I listened quietly to the gentle music drifting from the two musicians on our little stage thinking, this is my Sunday morning playlist. The kind of soft, lilting melodies that wrap you in warm sunshine, sweet smelling hayfields and make …