It’s only now that I have to think about it, I realise cameras were in and around my home since before I was born. My father was an avid fan of all things audio/visual, and few family occasions could pass without the appearance of his 8mm wind-up cine camera. In the 1980’s this was superceded by a VHS camcorder and a venture into making wedding videos. This was my introduction to the art of the visual image, and the effort and rewards involved in filming and editing people’s memories.

Me in Barcelona 1991
Look at the camera not the hair.

I took up still photography, as much out of necessity as anything else, when I went to Duncan of Jordanstone College of Art in Dundee. Video was still prohibitively expensive for a student, not to mention cumbersome, and my little Praktica MTL-50 (bought with paperboy earnings) solved both of these issues. It was here that the quiet magic of the darkroom captured my imagination, and I also realised that the ‘controlled’ environment of the studio wasn’t for me.

The second, and probably most influential, factor in my love of photography, were the many family camping holidays spent all across Scotland and the Highlands. I vividly remember being  driven through Glencoe as a child and being awestruck by the drama of the landscape and the light, and I still get the same feeling every time I strap on the rucksack and head out to the hills.

The Foot of the Cuillins
The Foot of the Cuillins

I am lucky enough to live on the Isle of Skye now, in the shadow of the Cuillin mountains, and amongst some of the most photogenic landscapes on the planet.

My aim is always to capture the unique colours, textures and atmosphere of Scotland and to bring them to as many people as possible.

I hope you like the work, and please feel free to contact me through all the usual channels with any queries or comments.