If I’m feeling overwhelmed or disconnected I take a walk with a camera.

For me, it’s better than just walking. It makes me see the world around me instead of getting caught up in thoughts. By looking for the unusual in the often mundane, I find I become connected to the world again and it grounds me.

I take pictures of fields, little odd buildings that unwittingly catch my eye and anything with a colour that grabs me. Often, I’ll use a film camera, which can seem like a silly behaviour when I’m really taking photos of nothing and film and processing is expensive, but the expensiveness slows down the process too. It’s more thoughtful, more considered.

Since moving to Devon, I’ve done these walks more and more. Especially in places somewhat familiar to me. The area around my allotment, the city centre, my local park, but through photographing them I discover the details that make a place home.

When a place is home, you know it intimately. The cracks in the walls, the way the light changes throughout the day; it’s all familiar, but a visitor might never see those things. Walking with my camera, these details are revealed to me and with each new discovery I capture, this place becomes home.