About Lost in the Trip (and Why You Should Get Lost Here)

Who am I? What is the Lost in the Trip project? Why has no one ever spotted a baby pigeon?

Photography, Philosophy, Travel and Some Less Pretentious Sounding Things

I love writing, rambling and taking photos.

I have thousands of half-baked musings and half-written articles. Thousands of half-edited, half-curated photographs.

They have silly names like ‘Lysergic Hour’ and ‘Rooftop’.

It’s my teenage self’s bedroom. An awkward mess of ideas and clutter scattered in different apps and notebooks.

Hand me down t-shirts that don’t fit, some bogeys under the bed frame, but hopefully the odd shiny coin.

I write and shoot all the time but, like almost everyone I know, I find the finishing and publishing part overwhelming. That’s why I set up Lost in the Trip.

This is me - with my terrible sense of direction, my stream of consciousness thoughts - getting lost at home… abroad… in my head and putting it here.

There isn’t really a theme, but if there was one it would be novelty, quiet spaces, curiosity, celebrating opposing ideas, mundane beauty, the divine silliness of humans and our creations.

A Gentle Tribute to the Substack Gods

I already have a website (with the same name, Lost in the Trip), which has been live for several years now.

My posting is so irregular and interactions so sparse on there that it’s really just me wittering in an empty room once or twice a year.

So this is a new approach to complement the old one.

Substack feels like a place to indulge in delicious long-form content and creativity. It doesn’t feel like the inside of an angry casino.

If you want to join my little corner of this ecosystem then you are very welcome.

Take off your wet socks and dry them by the fire. Maybe sip on a whisky.

In Search of the Aesthetically Wheezing

A big part of this project is photography.

I’m a self-taught photographer (god, I hate that term, it’s worse than ‘moist’) and have been shooting for nearly 20 years.

It started as a trip to the Democratic Republic of Congo, when I bought a decent camera, to get snaps of the mountain gorillas and volcanoes.

Over the years it has evolved into trying to capture happy accidents where I find them.

Peeling paint, miraculously aligned rubbish, silly signs. I’ve done this mostly on the streets of London but have now moved further afield.

We lived in the desert for a while, now we’re in the English countryside nestled in mist and hills. Two of our closest neighbours are llamas.

The places change but the general idea is to work hard at getting lost.

To abandon Big Ben and red telephone boxes and take unmarked roads instead.

To meet interesting strangers and photograph things that might raise a smile. To see hot chickens in their natural environment.

Welcome, Enjoy and Please Say Hello (In Whichever Order You Fancy)

I’m excited to meet other members of the Substackeratti.

For a couple of years I’ve avoided leaving comments but recently I’ve come across, and subscribed to, so many cool, quirky and thought-provoking creators on here that the urge to publish won over.

Thank you for reading.

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