Pulling Back the Digital Curtain: Meet the (mostly) efficient "gang" keeping this blog afloat

A quick opening note from the keyboard: Just to clear up any digital confusion before we begin - it’s me, Gemma, writing this post in my own right. While Neil is usually the one steering the narrative, I’ve officially taken over the typing chair for this one to profile the virtual crew running things behind the scenes. Consider this my official dispatch from the Writing Department.

Roaming in the Gloaming? Not Today: Announcing the Fellowes Photography website!!!

There is a specific kind of rain in Ayrshire that doesn’t just fall; it hovers, wraps itself around you like a cold, wet blanket, and gently informs you that your outdoor photography plans for the day are thoroughly cancelled. It was during a stretch of exactly this kind of typically damp Scottish weather - when the gloaming was far too saturated to roam in - that I decided to finally build a proper digital roof over my creative head.

I am incredibly pleased to announce that the Fellowes Photography website is officially live.

The Infrared Evolution: Upgrading the Sony DCR-TRV140E rig

It's fair to say that when a vintage piece of kit enters the MO2W HQ, it rarely stays in its basic out-of-the-box state for long. The Sony DCR-TRV140E Digital8 camcorder - handpicked for its unique ability to bypass modern internal IR-cut filters - has officially been standard-issued into the fleet. But to truly unlock its potential as a tool for the upcoming "Man of 2 Worlds" projects, a few precise tactical acquisitions were required from the digital high street.

Life in the Slow Lane: Nine months post-social media and the radical art of analogue living

It is now nigh on nine months since staging a dramatic jailbreak from the digital panopticon. Back in October 2025, I finally called time on the endless, soul-sapping scroll and stepped away from social media.

​Breaking the Deadpan: A Sunday morning exercise in Kilmarnock

​Tomorrow morning, while most of Ayrshire is still firmly tucked under their duvets, I will be slipping into Kilmarnock. The goal is to be on the streets by 5:30 am. It’s a tactical choice; at that hour, the pesky people and troublesome traffic haven't yet arrived to clutter up my framing. I’m looking for a clean, silent, and entirely empty slate.