Do you want my photograph?

It's been roughly a year and a half since my move from the X-Pro1 to the second generation of Fujifilm's brilliant 'rangefinder' camera. Yeah, it is probably a little odd to write a review for a camera that came out almost two years ago but this one is still current and still being sold as there is no clear replacement on the horizon.

An explosion in the distance! Screaming quickly follows. A group of photojournalists runs towards the source of the noise to find a minefield with multiple casualties in the middle of it. We quickly assess the situation, establish contact with the injured and start making our way towards them.

I've finally had my first solo exhibition a few months back. I was going to write about it sooner, but I wanted to wait until it was over and then I had other things to attend to. Getting married was a bit more important than a blog. Well, the exhibition is now finished and I can finally put some of my thoughts together.

I photograph people. That's what I do. Emotions, expressions, candid moments. Preferably in the busiest parts of London to blend in and be invisible. But last weekend I took a few days off work, rented a car, packed my camping gear and left for Scotland.

What is photography? And I don’t mean the chemical process of film emulsion or the digital way of recording light using pixels. What does photography mean to you?

What comes up in your head when you think of London heritage? Architecture? Art? Royalty? Or is it a red bus? It's probably not skateboarding but that's what most definitely part of London heritage is.

Last night's events didn't hit too close to home. They did hit home because that's what I have been happily calling London for a few years now. I love this city and the people living here and visiting it. What happened wasn't an attack on a particular group of people. The terrorists went after anyone within their sight whether they were black, white, Christian, Muslim, atheist, old or young. Just like in Manchester, Paris, Nice, Brussels, Baghdad, Kabul, Ankara, Manila... It's not an ideology,

My friend works in a framing studio in London. His name is Fred. I've always liked his work and enjoyed all the new pieces he brought home to keep. One of those frames is actually hanging above my bed. A beautiful dark frame with a French polish finish surrounding a gorgeous artwork by Shepard Fairey.

Remember, remember the fifth of November. The verse is about a specific night 411 years ago when a group of English Catholics led by Robert Catesby attempted to assassinate King James I of England and VI of Scotland by blowing up The Houses of Parliament.