At a time when we may appear more connected than ever, we have become disconnected from the wider world. We focus on the small screen in our hands. We are obsessed by our perceived popularity, using the images we share for likes and comments to boost our egos that take a battering as we battle through each day.
Our lives are dominated by incredible noise. We are distracted from what is important and real by a virtual cacophony of demands and pressures that invade our every available moment.
I fell victim to this and became defined by my role as Picture Editor of The Times. I made myself ill - very ill - giving my all to a machine that had ceased to fulfil my soul and yet devoured every ounce of it. I lost my identity trying to keep everyone happy - swallowed up by meetings, deadlines and the need to prove I was worthy of my job and place in life.
In the end I chose to walk away from most of the materialistic values we crave but lost the rest through my life choices.
Depression created white noise in my head; to relieve myself of this internal pain I sought calm through my work. The images I create are solely for me, taken in a single emotional, spiritual and mental moment. I became a part of the place in which I work, completely present and awake to everything around me.
It took me a long time to realize that to be content you need to stop, be still, let the quietness of life and open spaces drown out the noise and materialism of the wider world.
In the quietness of my photography, I find peace and tranquility.
For me photography is the experience of standing with the wind in my face, feeling the sunlight warm my body, tasting the salt spray from the sea, breathing in the aroma of the land and feasting on the changes in colour as the sun moves through the sky.
The total connection of being outdoors, feeling the spirituality of the place with clarity and isolation is what drives my photography.
This time of clarity is healing. The moment is complete solace.