Ghosts Are Real

A book of images created while caring for my mother during the last few months of her life. Each night I went for long, slow walks through the city and surrounding countryside. The images are as much about feelings experienced—the sense of a vanished world—as the representation of particular places. The daytime traumas encouraged a bittersweet appreciation of the fragile wonders of the world, the sheer joy of the here and now, of life's exquisite, magical pleasures.  

Encompassing diverse camera methods, experimental processing, a range of media and various fine-art print making techniques, the book is a full-bleed expression of colour and beauty.