What the Fuck is Going On?

So here's the thing. I'm 63, I've been taking photos on my morning dog walks for ages, and it was only last year I figured out I'm autistic.

Now I'm looking at all these pictures I've been taking - sunlit leaves, weird arrangements of litter in gutters, close-ups of flower petals dancing in the wind - and I'm starting to wonder if there's something here. Something about how autistic people see the world that I'm only just beginning to understand.

See, there's this other guy also called John (also a drummer) who walks at the same time. He takes photos too. Beautiful shots of Scarborough landmarks from unusual angles - proper photographer stuff that anyone would want to hang on their wall. Meanwhile, I'm crouched down photographing a single petal on the pavement that looks like Donald Trump floating off into space.

What the fuck is going on?

I think I might be onto something though. All this talk about autistic people processing visual information differently - what if my weird little photos actually make sense to other autistic brains? What if that simplicity, that focus on unexpected details, that way of finding beauty in the overlooked stuff - what if that's exactly what some people need to see on their walls?

I don't have answers yet. I'm not even sure what questions I should be asking. But I'm curious as hell, and I reckon this journey might be worth documenting. Maybe there's something here about autism and creativity and the way we notice things that others walk right past.

So I'm going to keep taking these strange little photographs, keep digging into what makes autistic perception tick, and see where it leads. If you're curious too - about autism, about seeing differently, about finding art in the everyday chaos - fancy walking with me while I figure it out?

Because honestly, I have no idea where this is going. But that's half the fun.

If any of these images speak to you, you can find selected prints here. Sometimes the best art is the stuff that makes perfect sense to your brain, even when nobody else gets it.