Hunting for beauty and balance, camera in hand…
Photographs are very deeply intertwined with my memories. As are dreams, but that's for another post. Pondering recently I realised photography is as important to helping me to remember as to forget. I photograph to remember... I love having a way to capture family moments on a medium other than just my memories. Plus you… Continue reading I Photograph To Remember, I Photograph To Forget
The first photograph I remember seeing is one of me and my granddad is his old wooden greenhouse, midsummer, surrounded by tomatoes. I must have been about three or four, and in my memory the tomato plants are bursting out of the windows in all directions, heavy with large ripe red juicy tomatoes. I was in… Continue reading The First Photograph I Remember
