Suffragette procession at the Wilding Festival
There were banners, there were loudhailers, there were marching songs, but this wasn't a protest. The police were nowhere to be seen. This was a cheerful, untroubled, hopeful ambience. Flowers and laughter. This was the Wilding Festival, a celebration of the suffragette movement and the 100th-year anniversary of the death of militant activist Emily
Indigo the black schnauzer
I had just placed my order at Nandos and returned to my table when I saw this man on a bench with an irresistibly cute schnauzer just outside the restaurant's glass doors. I mulled for but a moment, uttered to my sister a single word, "Tempted!" and she shoved my bag at me. To
Waterloo, 12 June 2013
How typical. Just when we thought the shorts and flip flops were here to stay
‘Carnival Against Capitalism’
I had to give the whole storming and raiding ruckus in the West End a miss, but managed to pass through Piccadilly Circus in the evening where I came upon members of the StopG8 group packing up the party.
British Turkish in solidarity with Taksim
After a series of peaceful demonstrations for preserving a recreational area in Istanbul
50 minutes in Russell Square
I took a little detour today while on a grocery run, thinking that I'd dip into the garden square itself for some random street photography. Seeing how nice the weather's been lately, I thought I'd add a splash of colour into the mix. While fiddling with my camera settings - I had just taken
First indoor spider sighting of the season
A female domestic house spider (Tegenaria domestica), relocated from my bedside to somewhere outdoors. It should be warm enough for them out there now. Played around with three different cameras, producing vastly different pictures:
Nikon D7100 + SB-800 flashgun, using a hastily-assembled DIY
Photographing protests – my experience so far
How it all began In 2006, a photographer friend asked me along to the 'No More Fallujahs' peace camp at Parliament Square, where anti-war campaigners were demanding an end to the UK/US military occupation of Iraq. It sounded exciting. It was all new ground to me, photographically and otherwise. I was tempted, but hesitant. Coming