Jonathan Edwards - Wrecsam, Wales - UK

This was taken in my favourite place in the world (Tokyo). I spotted this advert in Ikebukuro station and thought it would make an ideal Horizon shot. It was only when I got my photographs developed that I noticed the Japanese girl who had wandered into shot and stared directly into the camera. Sometimes you get your films developed and they disappoint, other times, as in this instance, they exceed your expectations completely.

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Christian Wynne - Denbigh, Wales - UK

These photos were taken on my trip from Darwin to Perth down the Western Coast of Australia. This stage was one of the most vivid memories of my entire year travelling, which is strange because it was one of the least photographed.

Enge Gray - London, UK

This was taken by my lad. He's 5 in 9 days and this was one of the results of him being given my digital point and shoot. I just love the captured innocence. Hope you do too.

Venus by Tony

The following pictures were taken by a friend of mine called Chris and show the movers and groovers of Nottingham in the early 90s. Taken at a nightclub in the city called Venus, which I had stumbled upon on my return to the East Midlands on the back of a year in the North West where I’d spent pretty much every Friday night at Nude Night in the Hacienda. Venus had a very cool crowd, into both their music and their fashion. At the same time, it never felt elitist. Looking back at myself as I was twenty years ago has been a strange, bittersweet experience. On the one hand, I wish I was that young again and living for the moment. On the other, it was a time of insecurity and naivety and one in which I had very little money. Still, we had the time of our lives.

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Rest

The realisation that a return to work was only a matter of days away, I decided a getaway was in order. I'd never travelled around the coast of North West Wales before so I headed in that direction. The first day involved enduring the company of the hedge fund, hooray Henry, boating jacket, pastel rugby shirt, 4x4 brigade in the colonised enclave of Abersoch. Fortunately, the next day I stumbled across one of the most beautiful and amazing places I've ever seen - Aberdaron. While walking down an almost entirely deserted stretch of beach, I spotted these two lying against a sea defence wall.

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The Full English Ark

I've found myself in cafes a lot lately. Dirty ones on Saturday mornings mainly and they've become places I'm completely fascinated by. I love the honesty of them. The people, the conversations, the layout.

Chance Meeting

A few weeks ago, I was feeling restless so decided to jump on the train and head to Liverpool for the afternoon. Standing in the Walker Art Gallery looking at this painting, the back of the woman's head in the right hand side of this photo caught my eye. It was familiar. I edged sideways to get a glimpse of her face. To my surprise/horror it was a matronly native French woman whom I'd lost to in a crazy golf tournament in Nimes in June last year. A woman I'd never seen before or met since. With this revelation, and seeing her raise from her seat, I tiptoed backwards and hid behind an exhibit. She found me. We had an awkward conversation. About chance meetings and the world being small. I really need to be less antisocial.

Bad Marriage

The longest standing commitment a man ever makes is one decided on a schoolyard or a playing field when he chooses which football team he is going to support. It's a relationship like no other which spans decades, brings pain, joy, misery and frustration. A relationship that defies any sense of logic especially when involving midweek treks to far flung corners of the country to stand in wind and rain for a couple of hours.

A couple of weeks ago, on a bitterly cold Saturday afternoon, I sat in the stands watching yet another soul destroying performance. A second goal inside the first ten minutes proved too much for many and they began to leave, muttering under their breaths that enough was enough and that they wouldn't be back. Of course, in their heart of hearts, they knew they'd be back in those very same seats within days. In the closing minutes I took this photograph. It summed up the loyal, brutal, stoic and often heartbreaking nature of being a football supporter.

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