With texts by Mark Sealy, Garry Hesse and Anne McNeil. In our unpredictable world there is one certainty upon which we can always rely; yet death, when it comes, is never easy. In this body of work, Max Handhola photographed his father in the final stages of cancer, taking serenely abstract images of blood, urine, hair, and ultimately even ash, which form a counterpoint to the haunting final photographs made at his father's bedside, including the moments just before and after death. An intensely personal, honest and moving narrative.

Mention Staffordshire to most people and they immediately think of a county dominated by heavy industry. While it certainly has a rich industrial heritage - with the Potteries in the north and the iron ore, limestone and coal of the Black Country in the south - there are many more treasures to discover. This north Midlands county has a wealth of natural beauty; sweeping hills and valleys shape its magnificent landscape, which includes moorland, heathland and the Staffordshire Peak District. In this book, professional photographer Noel Bennett captures Staffordshire's diverse and dramatic landscapes. From the cities of Lichfield, Stoke-on-Trent and Stafford to the scenic villages, and the industrial heritage to the breathtaking countryside, Staffordshire in Photographs is an exceptional portrait of the county by a photographer who knows it well. Readers will discover the endless variety of scenery, the hidden delights and the well-loved places that make Staffordshire special.

'They're Not Pets, Susan, ' says a stern father who has just shot a bumblebee, its wings sparkling in the evening sunlight; a lone office worker, less than an inch high, looks out over the river in his lunch break, 'Dreaming of Packing it all In'; and a tiny couple share a 'Last Kiss' against the soft neon lights of the city at midnight.

Mixing sharp humour with a delicious edge of melancholy, "Little People in the City" brings together the collected photographs of Slinkachu, a street-artist who for several years has been leaving little hand-painted people in the bustling city to fend for themselves, waiting to be discovered. . .

'Oddly enough, even when you know they are just hand-painted figurines, you can't help but feel that their plights convey something of our own fears about being lost and vulnerable in a big, bad city.' "The Times"