Wildlife Photographer of the Year section.

During our rural days, we built an intimate relationship between lens and beast resulting in some sublime and often surprising moments.

The Appalachian Mountains.

Great Smoky Mountains national park.

A landscape awash with Rattlesnakes, Bears, Bobcats, Yellowjacket wasps. You can't see them here, but they're there.

Our dear friend.

We successfully avoided "Deliverance" style encounters and navigated in the direction of Max's forefinger, back to civilisation.

Space Camp, Alabama.

We have been given free reign to adapt Poul on our journey.

Space Monkey.

Max on the moon.

Green Family, New Orleans.

Bossie the Boss (and drool merchant).

The Greens from left: Ruby, Keadren, Evelyn and Tony. Suppliers of incredible hospitality and the biggest bed in the world.


Hangin' out on the porch.

South Mississippi.

After a night of full moon country lane driving packed with the scariest trees we have ever seen and a nuclear power station, we settled in to a completely average motel with a doctor who fanatic from Detroit on the desk. Surreal. Here is Lightning Poul through our peephole.

Meat stop.

Hopson Plantation.

Former cotton plantation just outside Clarksdale, and temporary home of Max and Tim.

Clarksdale, Mississippi.

We on the other hand are running low on money

Dropped in to "Club 2000" as guests of Tatem the wily old delta blues cat with crazy teeth to celebrate his 78th birthday. Over the course of the evening we were treated to a host of delta blues megastars, deep-fried catfish bits (much to max's displeasure) and good ole fashioned hard liquor.

Downtown Clarksdale.