Eight bodies of work

The last streets in the ward still lit by sodium lamps, photographed the winter before they were swapped for LED.

CityscapeFilm

Twelve tides on the same beach, each a single thirty-minute exposure, so the sea becomes fog and the rocks stay sharp.

CoastLong exposure

Le Corbusier’s Unité at the four hours nobody photographs it, because that is when it stops looking like an idea and starts looking lived in.

Architecture

A port at the end of its shift: cranes, empty offices, the specific blue that only exists for eight minutes after sunset.

ArchitectureNight

A forest that eats sound, shot in the two weeks a year the fog sits below the canopy rather than above it.

LandscapeFog

Salt pans from forty metres up, where the water runs from white to rust and the geometry is entirely accidental.

LandscapeAerial

The people who keep a port running while the city sleeps, photographed over eleven nights with their permission and their coffee.

Documentary

A month waiting for weather on islands where the weather is the subject. Most days it won.

CoastWeather