I am not, I will never be a photographer.
I know a little bit about f-stops and ISO speeds thanks to taking photography at university, we have a lovely Canon EOS thanks to our generous wedding guests, and I’ve had a few jobs that required colour-balance adjustment skills on photoshop, but that’s the extent of it.
What I am is a person who does whatever he can to hold onto a moment. It may sound counter-intuitive, but the more I’m enjoying a moment, the more photos I take (or want to take) of it. And it works.
When I look at a photo I’ve taken, I can see it well beyond its borders. I remember the time of day and weather, even if it’s taken indoors or has no visible sky. I remember what happened in the hours before the photo. I remember what I was saying as I took the photo. But I need the photo to remember those details. The photo is my anchor.
These are my favourites so far (part one…).
Some aren’t great photos, and they’re not in order of love, but they all inspire in me the memories of a moment, captured either through luck, opportunity or composition, that means something special to me.
