The person behind the camera
Why I photograph the forest, and help others do the same.
I came to the woods looking for quiet, not photographs. What I found there changed how I work, how I see, and what I want to spend my time doing. This is how that happened, told plainly.
Start where you are
It started with a walk I had no reason to take.
I wasn't looking for a picture. I was looking for somewhere the noise would stop.
In my late twenties I found myself walking through a local wood with a camera in my hand, no shot in mind. I was grieving, worn out, tired in a way that sleep doesn't fix. Directionless. Looking, I think, for some quiet place where things might settle for a bit. I didn't know it then, but that walk was the start of everything that came after.
Coming back, slowly.
A couple of years earlier I had lost my first wife to cancer. Not long after, I sold the business I'd started at university. From the outside it looked fine, stable, settled. Inside, it felt like the things I'd worked for had been taken away.
I tried to carry on. New place, new career, remarried. I told myself I was coping. Underneath, I was carrying all of it, and eventually it caught up with me. Anxiety first, then depression, then a breakdown that stopped me functioning altogether. With help from the people around me, I came through it.
I started therapy soon after. After each session I'd take the afternoon and walk in the woods. Those walks became part of the work, somewhere to feel what I couldn't yet say. I always ended up in the same place, under one huge old oak.
After a while I began taking the camera with me. Not to make art, but because it helped me notice things. One wet afternoon I sat under that oak watching the light shift through the drizzle, the far trees dissolving while the leaves nearby seemed to hold their colour. Something in me eased. It wasn't a turning point in any dramatic sense. It was just the beginning of coming back. Quietly, through paying attention.
From getting through to living differently.
I wasn't trying to reinvent myself. I just kept showing up.
Over time those slow walks became more than a way to process things. They became a way of living. Sitting with the trees, watching the light, making images that felt honest whether or not anyone else ever saw them.
What began as a way to feel again turned into a path. I felt more connected, more grounded, clearer about what actually mattered. And slowly, without forcing it, I started sharing that with other people. First in conversations, then in workshops, and in the time I spent walking alongside them.
And then it was tested properly.
I expected to be frightened. I wasn't, not in the way you'd think.
Years later, life threw something else at me. I was hospitalised with sepsis and put into a coma for a month. Multiple organ failure. For a while it wasn't clear I'd come home at all.
Here's the thing, though. My body was in pieces, but I didn't fall apart. I wasn't scared in the deepest sense. I had the feeling, hard to put into words, that someone or something was with me, and that gave me real comfort. After I was moved to Royal Papworth, the quiet confidence of the staff there, the openness in how they spoke to me, settled me further. I felt oddly calm in a place I had every reason not to be.
All those years of learning to slow down and notice, to be as close to myself as I could get, held me together when it counted. I came back from it with clarity, and with a deeper belief that the path I was on really mattered, and that I wanted to help other people find their own version of it.
Where this might meet you.
These days, the same things that brought me back are what I spend my time on. Photography. Making things slowly. Time among the trees. For me they were a way back, and I've come to think they can be that for other people too.
If you're feeling lost, overwhelmed, stuck in your own head or just tired of rushing, you're not on your own. I don't have all the answers. But I've learned how to slow down, how to pay attention, and how to walk alongside someone while they find their way to what matters to them.
The most direct way in is through the photography, in the woods or at the editing desk. If that's where you'd like to start, I'd be glad to.
In their own words
What my customers say.
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