There is a distinct vulnerability to shooting vintage film, especially when you’re standing on a windswept hillside in the Highlands with the cloud cover changing every thirty seconds. You set up your shot, you look through the viewfinder, and then comes the great calculation: Is this 1/128th of a second? Am I pulling enough detail out of those moody Scottish shadows?
Field notes and observations of a freelance creative photographer based in Scotland.
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Thursday, 11 June 2026
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Between Two Worlds: Flight path to a full-time creative dream
There's a particular kind of quiet that exists in the early hours before the rest of the world wakes up. It’s that threshold space where...
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Say hello to Dezzy Bee, my trusty companion and personal Crimson Highland Cruiser!!! He's a little bright red 2012 Suzuki Swift, and hon...
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I f you’ve been following my antics, you’ll know I’ve been well and truly in "butterfly mode" lately. What does that mean? It mean...