Andy Hawthorne

Thoughts on life, notes on photography.
First issue of my photography zine is out.

I was in London, camera in hand, wandering the backstreets of Waterloo. Mary was happy—she...

During the Great Indoors Period™ (aka lockdown), I had a problem. My hair had gone...

There I was, typing words, lots of words about life, photography and biscuits. Never once...

I like trying new things. So one day, I decided to take up watercolour painting....

Now that Barnaby Blathers no longer walked sideways, he thought life was fine. Until, the...

Right, so, ‘pantsing’. Not the sort of pantsing that involves, shall we say, a sudden...

Mr Barnaby Blathers needed a license to walk forward, which was the most ridiculous thing...

It was time for my winter flu injection. I’m proud to say I’ve reached the...

I stood on our weighing scales and they groaned in pain. “Great,” I thought. “Even...

I wandered out into my garden because my head was spinning with problems. And they...

Keeping a journal is supposed to be therapeutic. Mine has become my most challenging relationship....

I was stood quietly, washing the dishes. And let me clear: I wasn’t thinking about...

Hello, fellow scribblers, typers, and digital ink-spillers. Today I wish to talk about consistency. Not...

If you’re reading this, congratulations! You have survived another day without your shed spontaneously combusting....

It was either a shark or a dolphin. I’m going with a shark… I went...