Winter is swiftly approaching, and I am still living in summer through my film photographs - as I take the time to sit down, look back and edit through them all.

The beauty of having all these photos (there are quite literally hundreds of them) developed and in front of me is the simple physicality of them. Yes, it is a time consuming process taking them, developing them, scanning them, then editing through them - and I always feel one step behind in that sense. However − I often feel one step behind in life, so unless you can learn to embrace that feeling - be it good or bad, then you can never truly appreciate film photography and all of its processes.

Ultimately, I suppose what I'm trying to say is, what’s the point in rushing all the time? Sometimes it’s important to move at a slower pace. To take time to be in a moment, a place, a feeling. For me, there is a strong sense of permanence and memory in each one of my photographs. In the time and thought it took to frame each shot. That awareness you have when shooting film − that you only have maybe 24 or 36 shots to a roll , so you have to savour each one - you have to take your time.

I’ll be posting more collections of my film photographs that I’ve taken this past year on this blog - some may be more extensive than others, some might have a story , some might just speak for themselves. But for now, here are some photographs I took at Markenfield Hall this year, before the Autumn colours hit.

Despite its age and historic status and its obvious Medieval and Gothic grandeur (it's not often you find yourself wandering past a moated building with its own black swans for extra measure) the house has a certain humble quality to it. It rarely opens its doors to visitors, it’s tucked away and overlooked - accessed down a simple farm track and still has a working farm attached to it. It’s lived in and you can feel that when you're there.

Enjoy! x