Lens – Two Point Oh

Relics by Broken Telephone

Counting sheep. Lock with no key.

Where Clay and Fibre Collide

Making magic of the mundane.

THE BOY, lost in the dream space of their own mind.

An alias with conceptual undertones.

Family, memory, loss and loneliness; an introspective journey into understanding one’s own history.

Somehow I found the courage to ask her out.

Petersen shot the people she came across one Friday afternoon on her way to buying flowers for the arrangements she makes weekly.

I’ve decided to explore my own images and hopefully breathe new life into these photographs that have been collecting a kind of ‘digital dust’.

Luke likes a walk (long) on the mountain.

Womxn have been patient for so long.