2019 was a mixed bag for me. It held some of the highest highs, and some of the lowest lows.

At its best, it was a year of exploring, discovery and love. At its worst, it was a year of heartbreak.

There were highs such as seeing one of my self-portraits, ‘where the light plays’, as a main spread in Shots Magazine.

There were lows such as saying goodbye to what remains of my mother for what was likely the last time.

There were myriad outings in and around London with my camera and my intrepid tour guide, Simon, discovering more and more of my beloved city and adopted country.

There was a whole month of me returning the favour for him in Australia, though a tour guide with a fractured ankle is not quite what either of us had banked on. We will have to have a rerun sometime. (And you’ll have to wait for the photos from this visit until the new year).

I finally made my Patreon profile live and added five instalments to my series ‘postcards from another’s life’ (many more personal than I had originally intended), along with publishing other previously unpublished work there early or exclusively for patrons. Thank you to those who have become patrons so far. I promise 2020 will see more activity over there now that I’ve been able to upgrade some of my equipment!

I laughed a lot. I cried even more. I shared moments with my Dad which were heartrending but which have brought us closer together.

I discovered the alien beauty that is Turkish hazelnuts.

I’m sure I could say so much more about 2019, but the past few months have been a bit like wading through molasses, physically and emotionally, and I’m just now surfacing, a little.

So I will leave you with a selection of the many photographs I took this year, and wish you and those you love a brilliant 2020 and a wonderful new decade xx

It was a year of previously unvisited gasometers: