Driving across the Brecon Beacons in July or August of 2015 I came across this. How anyone would think it was a good idea to tip their rubbish here of all places is beyond me. White objects in the Welsh landscape are more usually sheep or the carcases of sheep – bones bleached white by the sun. For some reason I can’t look at this picture without thinking of a line from the poem, Welsh Landscape by RS Thomas ‘worrying the carcass of an old song’.
Self-portrait taken at Dylan Thomas’s writing shed in Laugharne. As Thomas was a writer from Swansea and I am a writer from Swansea it seemed apt to seemingly place myself – with the help of the reflecting quality of the glass – inside his workplace – so that we in effect merge.
A beautiful, unusually warm day on the beach on Anglesey in Wales. Someone had arranged the stones in a pile before we arrived.
Through a mutual friend I arranged to photograph this duo dressing and preparing themselves to perform their drag act at a London Pub. Their changing room was the pub’s kitchen and the lighting was a harsh overhead fluorescent tube. The composition of this shot always used to bother me, but I think it’s grown on me now.
Portrait taken a few years ago of the Welsh painter, Kevin Sinnott in his home, a converted chapel. There was bright sunlight that day and I noticed how the intense shadow of from an arched window created a dramatic framing device.
A jellyfish washed up at the beach on the Gower Peninsula, Wales. I took one photo of it in isolation but there was no way of judging the size of it so I asked my daughter to stand just behind it.