Lockdown’s quiet days brought small wonders: a crow on a post, a swallow in flight, and a moment of connection.

A fleeting, unscripted moment in nature: a hare and a buzzard meet in a Highland field. Neither chasing nor fleeing—just a shared stillness between predator and prey.

Venice in December. The tide rises, water threads through Piazza San Marco, and the lagoon quietly reclaims the stones beneath our feet - a fleeting Found Moment.

Gido, of Ethiopia’s Arbore people, is one of my most memorable portraits. I’m honoured it will feature in the Atlas of Humanity exhibition in London, 23–25 May — a celebration of cultural diversity through 50 international photographers’ work.

Early morning in Chawri Bazar, Delhi—a fleeting, graceful moment in the midst of everyday life, framed by colour, rhythm, and quiet dignity.

In the midst of Beijing’s Forbidden City, two travellers sit, worn from the day. A quiet, unposed moment of shared weariness — and pure humanity.

Golden leaves, mountain reflections, and quiet moments by the lochs — autumn in the Scottish Highlands is a feast for the soul. A day spent at Beinn Eighe, Loch Coulin, and Loch Clair brought colour, light, and inspiration in abundance.

A journey to Scotland’s west coast with a fellow photographer—wild beaches, moody skies, and Highland landscapes at their most atmospheric.

In the 1850s, the women of Coigach defied eviction orders with fierce determination—burning writs, stripping officials, and securing a rare victory in Highland history.

A small church in a remote Highland glen holds the memory of one of Scotland’s most poignant clearance stories—etched into its glass for over 175 years.

On a stony shore in Balintore, the Mermaid of the North gazes over the sea. I arrived feeling far from my best, yet the tide, the wind and her quiet watchfulness soon began to lift the weight of the day.

A short video giving a snapshot of Lynn’s travels in 2022

With the end of another year staring us in the face, and the recognition that it is two years since I posted a blog, I thought this would be a good time to share a short piece entitled ‘Time’ that I submitted to The Photowalk podcast last year.

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas … two days late!

This is a story of two parts that come together for the final act. Bear with me…

In August 2017, I travelled to the United States for the first time for a trip to the Grand Teton and Yellowstone National Parks, which was timed to coincide with a total solar eclipse. I left you last time having arrived in West Yellowstone.

In August 2017, I travelled to the United States for the first time for a trip to the Grand Teton and Yellowstone National Parks, which was timed to coincide with a total solar eclipse. The point of entry was Salt Lake City from where we would connect to Jackson Hole. It has to be said that my arrival was the most ignominious I have made anywhere!

Many years ago, I went to Kenya and had always had a wish to go back to Africa. In October 2018, I finally returned to the continent, with Zimbabwe as my destination; a beautiful but troubled country.

What do you think of when you hear the word ‘Transylvania’? Dracula, the Rocky Horror Show? What about ‘Romania’? Ceaușescu? Who can forget the awful images of the Romanian orphanages that emerged in 1989? Brutal Communist architecture? That’s pretty much what I had in my head when I booked a photo trip to Transylvania. To be honest, I didn’t even know exactly where it was in Romania!

Way back in March, when I was talking about the Royal Photographic Society Exhibition in which I have an image, I mentioned that I was working towards obtaining the RPS Licentiate Distinction (LRPS) and then said no more. So to redress that…