A perfect Indian Summer. Blue skies, 17º C mid-afternoon. Not quite summer anymore and not yet autumn. If the quarry plans in Bromham go ahead, this could be the last Indian Summer.

A harvest moon is the full moon closest to the autumnal equinox. It was not until the following morning that I realised that it was a very special full moon.

The sublime view of Oliver’s Castle and Roundway Hill in the morning light will disappear forever if plans by Wiltshire County Council for quarries in Bromham cannot be stopped. Is the civil war connection a mere coincidence or an omen?

The address on the flyer, which came through my letterbox this morning, I understood. It read “dear fellow residents”. The stapled together pages addressed to “dear Bromham” confused me but I felt strangely empowered.

An on-going photography project, documenting the destruction of a village.

The evil, greed and destructiveness of humankind.

Photographs from the cycle Kills above and below ground.