Perhaps this is still the same pipe dream that once fuelled my heart.

Wading through debris trail of scattered megabytes that lay silent on the digital ocean floor.

the souls of wanderers, the frost-kissed pines, on either-side, those rivers, like ribbons, unfurl in shimmering grace

Hello, I’m Michael, I’m from Scotland. I worked as a photographer for many years. I used to been quite active on Hive, particularly the Photography Lovers group, however 4 years ago someone reported me

Street art is one of my favourite additions to any place or city.

The guide books preach about spirituality and waves of colour. All I saw was a colourful ocean of trash.

Where is 'Am Fear Liath Mòr sleeping and will the quiet rumble of our engine awake him in his slumber.

I've been organising my hard drives today and wanted to show you some images from my past.

Some people have been talking about a ballroom once frequented by Nazi officials, it's apparently heavily guarded but there are maps.

I love shooting on film. I am often asked why, I didn't really know the answer for a very long time, but today I think I do.