You know those crisp, beautiful autumn mornings with azure skies and a low-angled sun jabbing fingers of light through the trees into a carpet of mist? It was one of those. I took photos in my local park while walking the dog. Each scene, viewed by eye, was a perfect English autumn composition. The resulting photos? Rubbish! Each image was underexposed, the rays of sunlight looked weak and the sky was a flat pastel.

I’ve just posted a photo of Formby pine woods on flickr. It features heavy post-processing to transform a pretty, autumnal pastoral scene into a brooding, sinister monochrome image. I’m unsure why I chose to make the scene so dark. Most likely, I got carried away with app filters. Apparently, digging back through my flickr history, I’ve been doing this for a while. Here are photos in a similar vein, which I now tenuously claim is a genuine aesthetic choice called ‘northern gothic’.

Back in November last year, I went on a photo walk through Digbeth, Birmingham led by photographer Pete Ashton and sound artist Sam Underwood. By using my ears, a stethoscope, various recorders, and contact, hydrophonic and omnidirectional microphones, Sam encouraged me to slow down and listen to the hidden sounds of the city. When you think of the constant sounds of a metropolis, you might think of road traffic, trains, police sirens or the murky hubbub of conversation.