London based photographer, living on a narrowboat. My life and travels seen through my photographs. For headshots, portraits + family photos, check out the link
Photoshoot with this gentleman yesterday. A professional drummer who’s played with such bands as The Who, he needed new headshots. He also let me have a go on his drum kit, where I discovered that drumming is a lot harder than I thought.
On the morning rush hour tube right now and look at this; a whole row of people reading books. It's a sad state of affairs when people can't afford mobile phones and have to resort to books.
Can we have an agreement, please, pub landlords? If I order a pint at the bar and that pint costs over £7, can you please let me know before you pour it. Say, “this is over £7, do you still want it?”. To which I shall reply, “no, thank you”.
Apparently locals became suspicious when they saw a man, now identified as Daniel Khalife, walking through Chiswick House gardens without a Labradoodle.
Walking home tonight along the towpath in east London and I saw a white and a red light shining brightly from deep underwater in the canal. I thought it was some sort of pretty art installation. Upon inspection though, it’s a Lime bike. I’m impressed their lights work underwater
Mornin’. Went to the wax works in Krakow. It was worth every penny. It was so bad it was brilliant. My daughter and I didn’t stop laughing from the moment we went in, until we came out. Totally recommend it.
If you stand in a big long line in a pub, snaking out of the door, I will just stroll past you all, stand at the bar and order my drink. Why you’ve started this nonsense of queuing like this I don’t know, but it needs to stop.
Mornin’. Early morning cycle down Park Lane. I’m old enough to remember when Park Lane was a very upmarket, exclusive address in Mayfair, not a third world, shanty town shithole.
I’m not saying the residents of Battersea Power Station apartments are incredibly rich, but this is the fridge in their corner shop. Imagine how embarrassed you’d be asking for the £800 bottle, with the shop assistant looking down their nose that you can’t afford the £4250 bottle
Ok, I’m afraid I finally lost the plot in a pub just now. Guy at bar watching tv on his phone with the volume on full, so all you could hear was his phone, right across the pub. I lost it and explained what I thought of him, including rude words. I was then asked to leave.
Moving today. I love cruising over the North Circular. I wonder how many people, of the thousands every day that use this road, know there’s a canal overhead.
It’s frustrating watching my phone travelling across London after I was mugged tonight and be told the police can’t do anything. Everything on my body hurts from the mugging, but what hurts most is knowing the person who did it is laughing, knowing the police won’t do anything
I take rather a few photos, not just for my clients, but on my wanders around London and beyond. I love it when they appear on my various timelines as memories. So I thought I’d share a few I particularly like.
And because you asked to see them, here are more photos from my visit to the wax works in Krakow. This place should be on everyone’s list of must sees in Krakow.
I’d heard there was meant to be a super moon tonight. Thought I’d stroll through Chiswick to see if I could see it. As I got to Kew Bridge, wow! I’m pretty sure that’s a brand new 65 bus.
After all today’s walking, it’s time for a pint and unbelievably, I’ve never been in this pub before. Gorgeous panelling and tiles, stained glass windows and a beautiful clock above the bar. Most pleasant.
And now I’m here, in one of my favourite pubs. A pub that still has the Double Diamond and Skol Lager signs behind the bar. I would have paid this bloke to stand in that perfect position for my photo.
Mornin’. This is what’s wrong with this country. See that? Someone has finished their breakfast and left their knife and fork apart like that. It’s causing me pain looking at it.
I love this pub in St James, London. Hidden away and frequented by locals. Got chatting to a couple of young German guys once who turned out to be German royalty whose fathers owned a federal state or two. A proper pub where it’s 1974 forever. Hope it never updates or modernises.
Waiting for a bus. This house always fascinates me. All by itself near the tracks of Waterloo Station. Presumably, there was once a row of terraces here, that were either bombed or knocked down for the railway.
A beautiful sail this morning, slightly spoiled by sailing for four miles up the Emsworth Channel through sewage, dumped by
@SouthernWater
. Four miles of sewage. That’s got to be millions of litres. Stank. Still, it won’t bother Southern Water.
@Feargal_Sharkey
Woman taking photo of baby in pram. Paddington Station. 5th November. I loved this moment as the woman photographed her child whilst she waited on an empty platform in an empty station on the first day of lockdown. Has a timeless feel, in a world where time doesn't matter anymore
My nightly pop out on deck before bed. Had to wait ages for these swans to stop feeding underwater and lift their heads above the water to get the photo. The trials I have to go through to keep you lot happy.
Just sat in a hospital room with my two brothers, while they turned my Mum’s life support machine off and we sat with her while she died. The world has just lost the most incredible person. Missing her so much already.
Steps at Shad Thames, London. Coming down those steps onto the beach at low tide, one is transported to another time. And while millions of people hurtle around above you, all is silent here.
Mornin’. This may look like a saucepan full of rice, but it’s actually a saucepan full of rice which contains a £700 camera lens in the hope that it removes the moisture from it. I live in hope.
My first time on the Isle of Wight (apart from stopping for a coffee in Cowes marina once) and what a fantastic place this is. I have stepped back in time to English holidays in the 70s with my Mum. Practically no cars, no people, almost everything closed on a Sunday. Love it.
Speaking of rain, here’s one I took about eight years ago on a very rainy night in King’s Cross. I wasn’t best pleased wandering in the rain and I’m amazed my camera survived, but I did love the colours and reflections on the pavements.
Manchester on a sunny Saturday. I actually quite like this photo what I took today. You may think it’s a bit boring and rubbish. I’d totally understand.
Things I hate
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Having to use the screen to place my order instead of speaking to a person behind the counter and asking for a coffee. Bit by bit, society gets to talk to each other less and less, except in the virtual world of our phones.
It’s now almost impossible to sit in a cafe, pub, train etc without having to listen to someone talking at full volume on a call, having their music or YouTube video blasting away. This guy’s been shouting (SHOUTING!) on a FaceTime call for past 30 minutes. I’ve given up and left
Mornin’. So, as I sit here on my boat, listening to the rain on my roof, here’s one of my favourite photos that I took a few years ago. Early morning, stood in the Thames at low tide in Strand on the Green, Chiswick, as the sun tries to break through the mist.
What a result. I’ve moored near King’s Cross today, strolled along the canal and this pub has just reopened, two weeks ago. Beautifully fitted out, with an entrance directly onto the towpath, three floors and a roof terrace. Friendly service and fairly priced pints. Cheers 🍻
Just cycled from Victoria Park to Gail’s by the London Eye, in 23 minutes on my Brompton. In a car, that would have taken 43 minutes. My journey was free. In a car, you’d pay £12.50 Ulez, plus £15 congestion, plus petrol. So with the money I saved, I’ll invest in something nice
Gas Street Basin, Birmingham. An incredible light, creating a Victorian scene by the canal. Taken when I was moored there, just beyond where that person is in this shot.
Update on my daughter. Broken six ribs, her wrist, her collarbone and eight vertebrae. The good news, is that it’s only the edges of the vertebrae, not the middle. Also, her rib punctured near her lung, but not her lung. It’s actually very good news, compared to first thoughts.
Worth waking up early on a Saturday morning for. Watching the sunrise over the canal. There’s ice on my roof, I can see my breath as I stand on deck. Watching this sunrise and the mist on the canal is magical.
Storm at sea. Stood at the top of the hill in Whitby this afternoon, watching the storm clouds gather and the torrential rain, as a ship sails through it.
This, my friends, is how to do your supermarket shop. Sit in a pub. Order delivery online. Get delivery rider to come to the pub. Sorted. Any other method of shopping is insanity.
And now, it’s time for a pint. Popped in here as near Barbican and I haven’t been before. I’m the only one here. How on earth do Sam Smith’s pubs keep going? They’re always empty. I’ve known noisier graveyards.
Well, here it is! My ‘new’ car. A 1957 Citroën 2cv. Left hand drive. Now all I have to do is get it back to England. I bet my dashboard is rather sparser than yours!
It’s too cold and wet to stand out on deck for long tonight, but I can’t help but go out and look. A new mooring today and it’s like moving house and exploring the new neighbourhood.
And here we are; the end of the line. For now. Whilst stopped a little earlier, a guy pulled up and dismantled my carburettor and cleaned it out. Happened to own a classic car dealership! That’s what I love about this car, you meet great people. Cheers 🍻
My mum’s house sale has just completed. She died in December. Good that it’s sold, but also a sad moment. Time for sitting in the sunshine by the river and contemplating life, the universe and everything.
Moored here now, in Little Venice. Obviously, now I’m upmarket and living in an exclusive area of London, it’s unlikely that I’ll talk to you lot, but you never know, I may do.
Battersea Power Station chimneys and Belisha beacon. Took this a while ago as I wandered towards the power station and as I walked across the road at a zebra crossing, this scene presented itself to me.