If you ever visit Washington DC I suggest you pay Arlington a visit. It's a truly humbling experience.

A two part blog post featuring recent work produced during three days in the beautifully diverse New York...

The second and final blog post featuring my recent New York work...

Over two days we drove from our bedsit in New York to Versailles in the state of Kentucky, with the idea of visiting a few small towns en route. Some of these small towns were simply in the middle of nowhere, each settlement offering a slightly different atmosphere and lifestyle; some welcoming, others hostile and suspicious of outsiders.

Small town America is a very lose term for a series of images that documented a vast and spectacular journey by road. We had debated whether to cover this journey by plane or train and with hindsight, I can highly recommend car. The hardship in some of the more remote areas we got to see by road is shocking for a first world country, there are small communities living on the very outskirts of society, probably by their own terms and almost certainly on or below the poverty line. Something that seems to happen quite easily out here. All part of the rich diversity of America.

Versailles, a small city dominated by a billion dollar horse industry, is surrounded by stunning farmland and is home to some of the most famous horse farms in the Bluegrass region. Most of these farms house, or have housed, famous Kentucky thoroughbreds and winners of the Kentucky Derby.

North America's more southern states seem riddled with contradiction and division - Kentucky's impoverished families living alongside billion-dollar horse farms being just one example of this. I loved the journey, I met some great people along the way but with all of the well-intentioned pros to life in small town America, there seems to be an overwhelming and much more sinister con undermining it. Religion and ignorance, freedom and poverty, patriotism and racism and wealth and unemployment, all sitting uncomfortably side by side.

I'll certainly be returning soon...

Cumberland resident Richard, looking for work. "If you can't run with the BIG DOGS stay on the porch!"

The City of Versailles, Woodford County, founded in 1792.

A series of images created along a two mile stretch of road in Versailles in the state of Kentucky.

Bourbon distilling is a substantial industry here, the further I walked along this small and relatively insignificant road the more astounded I became at the level of abandonment as distilleries simply cut losses, rebuilt and moved on.

It's so vast in Kentucky, there simply isn't the need to demolish. Instead these vast plots, each spanning several hundred yards, become an ever-increasing part of the landscape as nature relentlessly moves on.

I spent a good two hours walking around one distillery - an entire community gone, huge industrial buildings, cafes, workshops and even places of sanctuary. Abandoned.

It felt like a ghost town, something that only served to heighten senses. Whilst entering a very large, dark warehouse it took my eyes nearly a minute to adjust and within this painfully long time a loud crash came from one of the metal window shutters several yards behind me, there was no breeze outside whatsoever. Needless to say I was happy when my eyes had acclimatised.

These warehouses once stored up to 20,000 fifty gallon Oak barrels for anywhere between 4 and 12 years. Over a 4 year period, between 8% and 14% of the Bourbon became the "angel's share". With this Bourbon in the air, a harmless black fungus grows on everything within 1/2 miles of the warehouse.

Here's my series of images from that day: