Flowers after the rain

A few weeks ago, on what began as a quiet Sunday, I stumbled upon a scene that took me by surprise. Amidst the city chaos, an artist had set up his easel, completely absorbed in his painting.

It wasn't just the passersby who paused; I did too. I found myself mesmerised by his ability to find focus, to block out the surrounding chaos and channel it into creation. It was a moment of pure.

Unexpected joy.

After a few minutes of simply observing him and the curious crowd he'd drawn, I reached for my camera. It was more than just taking pictures; it was about honouring that fleeting intersection of art, humanity, and the urban environment.

In the weeks to come, the precise details of that afternoon might fade.. but my hope is that this post, and the images, will serve as a reminder that even in the most unexpected places, amidst the noise and the rush, flowers truly do bloom after the rain. It's a testament to the resilience of human creativity, the beauty of connection, and the quiet joy found in moments of focused passion.

Waiting On.. V2 Zine

I still have a few copies left of the Waiting On V2 zine, reach out to secure your copy. This zine is deeply personal and showcases wonderful local people, fleeting moments on the street and my love of the ocean and early mornings.

As always, thank you so much for your support - this means the world to be able to share this with you.