My mam doesn’t like her photograph taken. She would only sit in the chair with her back to me whilst I took a mother and daughter portrait. She asked to look at the photograph and then told me that I was very naughty. She loves me really.
This is the house I grew up in. My mam always stands at the door to wave goodbye. Love you, miss you. Her words to me as we hug and I leave. I was 6 when we moved here. She was 42. Now she’s 88.
I discovered a new place today, a new place to walk. And I fell in love all over again with my beautiful dene. The world outside seemed to fade away and cease to exist and it was just me and Nature. I was surrounded by this intense beauty, and I knew that this is where my journey was taking me. I find such exquisiteness in Nature. It is so calming on the soul. And I can think, there are no distractions as I follow this path, nothing to turn my head. And every time I go there it is like cleansing the soul. My only companion is my camera and through it I capture this world which is like no other. Mysterious, full of light, and darkness, and so so powerful. Nature is such a wondrous thing.
As much as I try something always draws me to a black and white photography. I love the contrast. I love how there is always light in the midst of the darkness. This is me happy, happy, happy. And if only one person out there likes a photograph that I’ve taken then that makes me happy too. Knowing that someone in another part of the world is looking at something that I’ve created and has taken the time to like it is pretty cool.
The road to enlightenment is a very difficult one. Sometimes it can be a case of one step forward, and two steps back. But even though the road is often strewn with obstacles we must keep on, because one day the road will become easier to walk along.
When things go wrong I often dwell on the negatives. But I see it as a test. If I can get past the negatives then the spirit will grow stronger and next time the negatives won’t seem as bad.
This series of photographs is developing into something very special. Not only do I love the images and what they represent but going out into nature and taking them is allowing me to get closer to nature. And it is through nature that I believe my path takes me. Maybe its a two way street. I seek enlightenment so I go out into nature to take photographs and by doing so I discover something about myself which enables me to move forward on that path.
I experiment with a lot of different photography, sometimes some of what I do falls by the wayside. But I am always drawn to nature. Nature is my saviour.
Why do we love black and white so much? I love to walk through the fields and the woods and see nature in all its glorious colour but I always convert my photographs to black and white. Why?