Gozo is a little island in southern Europe, part of the compact Mediterranean nation of Malta.
It may be small, but punches way above its weight when it comes to churches.
These faithful islanders are served by some impressive places of worship which are large, opulent and a dominant part of the Gozitan landscape.
I visited a fair few by bicycle, craning my neck up at some incredible domes and beautiful architecture. The people of Gozo have every reason to be proud.
Life’s very sad occasions are marked with beautiful floral tributes.
Instead of leaving them behind, I brought these flowers back to my home. They were fresh, vibrant and reflected a life of enormous personal significance.
Keeping them was an act of remembrance. Photographing them was a pleasure and source of comfort.
On the rare occasions that flowers come into my possession, I want to make them last beyond their fragile lifespan.
This beautiful spray of white tulips marked an occasion of great sadness, but it was a great joy to photograph them in all their delicacy.
An act of remembrance in many ways.
A dark winter evening walk along Manchester’s canal paths is not for everyone. It can be desolate, dingy and a little unnerving.
But I went with my camera to capture some of the urban canalside atmosphere. I left my tripod behind and relied on slow exposure speeds and the pools of man-made light.
At times it was just too dark, but there was still a lot to see… apart from many other human souls.
A walk around Sale Water Park in south Manchester can be a riverside stroll and even offers a spot of birdwatching.
But this was a quest to get close to a series of electricity pylons and a substation in the area. Many will say these features blight the countryside, but there is something strangely alluring about this imposing, dystopian architecture.
They’re pretty hot to photograph too…