Drown Photography

02/05/2026

It takes alignment of the right conditions to fly my drone off these cliffs, so when I do, I do everything I can to take advantage of it. Can you spot me at the top?

01/05/2026

I remember seeing what looked like an entire family fishing on this beach in the early morning. It was a Sunday,and it seemed like a fine way to spend it.

05/04/2026

When I was teaching ESL in Toronto, I had a colleague who wrote a book called The Uncountables. It was teaching the difference between countable and uncountable nouns. And I think, all these years later, I finally understand why time is considered uncountable.

04/04/2026

The Portuguese Man’o’war isn’t a jellyfish at all, It’s a Siphonophore. These organisms are closely related to jellyfish and sea anemones, but are actually all colonies composed of smaller units called zooids. Zooids are morphologically different, but are all genetically identical. Think about that for a second. If you ever go down the Siphonophore rabbit hole like I did, let me know when you cone out the other side. You might start seeing the world a little differently.

23/03/2026

There’s nothing quite like wild daffodils growing next to these cliffs. Torre de Aspa really is magic.

21/03/2026

Of all the poems that I wrote, and crafted, and edited, and re-edited, this one seemed to just come out of me, onto the page, fully formed. And I love it. It’s about grief, and hope, and humility and awe, all at once. Happy world poetry day everyone.

21/03/2026

Of all the poems I wrote and edited and re-edited, this one just seemed to come out of me, onto the page, fully formed. And I love it. It’s about grief and hope, and humility and awe, all at once. Happy world poetry day everyone.

20/03/2026

Tomorrow is world poetry day. As someone who has been moved by poetry many times, moved by the connection that occurs when I read a verse, a line, even two words, put together in such a way that is somehow familiar and unexpected, all at once. This poem is what emerges when you spend enough time alone, surrounded by ancient landscapes: humility, and inevitably, mortality.

14/03/2026

14/03/2026

Spend enough time among ancient rocks, on beaches in the early morning where the whole place feels like yours, eventually you find your way to contemplating mortality. It’s natural. The fourth section of my book centres around death and rebirth.