"I never know in advance what I will photograph, ... I go out into the world and hope I will come across something that imperatively interests me. I am addicted to the found object... I have no doubt that I will continue to make photographs till my last breath." - Ansel Adams
I have been a photography tragic from a very early age. I recall being fascinated with my dad’s camera, and not even being allowed close enough to breath on it. So, my grandparents gave me my first camera when I was about 6 or 7 years old. A cheap, plastic, ‘Diana’ type camera that very quickly became my most prized possession.
As my parents couldn’t afford to be buying film and developing photos of the dog, my foot or the sky I recall most of the time I only pretended to take photos. But after the first grainy, blurry images were developed I was hooked.
Various cheap, crappy cameras passed through my hands over the years until my early twenty’s when photography was put aside as study, family and career became my priority. However, my passion for photography never really left me.
Then in 2004, after spending years as a photography tragic, my wife noticed my pitiful, longing expression every time I walked past a photography store and she bought me my first DSLR. A shiny Canon 10D became my new prized possession and once again I was hooked.