A long time ago, in a town not so far away, one of my earliest memories is visiting my grandparents house and flicking through boxes of slides. These little images surrounded by that plastic frame were inserted into a hand-held viewer which enlarged them. As far as I know they were all taken by my grandfather, some documenting the family growing and expanding through the years, others very much focused on landscape and nature. It is from those days that I believe I began to see photographically, my view being shaped by those backlit glimpses into the wider world.
By the time I was old enough to be more aware, my grandad seems to have put away his camera…why, I have no idea, but he didn’t lose interest in how all things image related were evolving. In fact one of my later memories of him is his curiosity about how successful the newer revisions of 3D were.
In my family life I’m now the one who documents the goings on, births, gatherings, weddings and the like… but it is getting out and about with the camera which really appeals to me. Photography wise I love nothing more than disappearing off at silly o’clock on a pitch black morning into the cold, wet, windy wilderness and trying to capture the feel of a scene. If that means wading out into a river or hanging over a cliff then so be it. That’s all part of the fun.
On this blog you’ll primarily read about those adventures and i’ll throw in the odd bit of gear talk as I love to play and create with old photography toys too.