London based photographer, living on a narrowboat. My life and travels seen through my photographs. For headshots, portraits + family photos, check out the link
An absolute pleasure to photograph this lady on Monday. Needing new professional images, she booked a one hour shoot with me. After discussing what she was looking for, I suggested the location and we got shots she loves. In her words “I’m really over the moon! Thank you”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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.
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.
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.
Lady in red. I was going to take a photo of the guy in the doorway, but then I saw this lady approaching and thought what it needed was a splash of red.
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Sadly, I remember being shocked at the £5 pint in London and it wasn’t long ago. Pub prices seem to have gone up about 30% plus per year.
Wandering home this evening (did I mention I moved to Limehouse today?) and you can’t beat a stroll by the river, looking at the twinkling lights of Canary Wharf.
The guy I bought my boat from, left this tube map. I'm so glad he did. I love it. Don't know what era it's from, but I can sit in my armchair and pretend I'm on the tube. Doesn't get better than that.
Taken in winter, but since I actually lit my stove last night, it’s practically winter now. Was moored in the middle of nowhere (ok, there was a little village and a pub five minutes walk away to the left of that bridge), I just stood on my deck, looking at this magical scene.
The great thing about being a photographer, is that you get to be the right side of the barriers, in with the action. But before you think it's easy, you need to be able to walk backwards whilst framing and focussing and God help you if you get in the dancers way!
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In my daughter’s hospital room now and she’s asked me to do her hair, ready for her to come out today. I’ll be honest, doing women’s hair is more tricky than I’d expected. (You may need to close your ears to some parts of this)
Ok, I admit I went a bit bonkers. I’ve bought one of these. A Hasselblad 500CM with 80mm lens. It’s about as old as I am, but it’s managed to still look beautiful.
3am this morning, stood on my deck, looking across the Thames to the park opposite. A mist over the water, with a light shining through. It was absolutely magical.
It’s funny, but when I owned and lived in houses, I had one with about a third of an acre garden and one with about half an acre. How much gardening did I do? Absolutely none. Zero. But now I live on a narrowboat and only have a roof as a garden, I love it! Roof full of plants
Somewhere in London. Step away from Tower Bridge and the crowds disappear and you have this place to yourself. Step back in time and wander around the warehouses of Shad Thames.
McDonald’s, Kensington High Street. This gets me; ‘tell us how we did’.
How you did?! I placed my order on your machine. I queued up to get it and take it to my table. You tell me how I did!
London, April 2022.
I love these streets near Waterloo. Transports you back in time, wandering here. Which is why you will have seen them in various films.