A photograph only becomes a photograph once it's printed. Let that sink in. That's a huge statement isn't it? How many of us print our photographs regularly? I am going to hold my hand up here and say - not enough. We are all guilty of snapping away on either a phone or camera and not always sharing the final outcome. In a world where we are collectively taking thousands of photographs each day, the amount of images we are printing for the family album is dwindling. Back when
May 2017 I wasn't working as a photographer. I had a camera, but it was broken and I felt my creativity was damaged slightly too. I was in some kind of limbo. With no money to purchase a new camera and a feeling that I didn't belong in the family photographer world I had seen around me, I was lost. I knew from listening to my heart and my empty hands, I was pulled to make images and I spent my days looking at the world as if it was tiny rectangles. Often stopping to capture,
My little beasts are sun-kissed wildlings.
Their skin looks dirty, but in fact it's just an outdoor cuddle, coating them in golden memories of beaches and picnics.
Their feet are tired and nails slightly grubby, but in fact it's the personal tracker which isn't measured in an app. Their toes tell a story of adventures, ghost hunts, fruit picking, roundabouts and miles of exploring.
Their eyes have bags from the late nights, but in fact you need to look up and into their e