about the photographer

my inspiration

Most of my life was spent in Liverpool where I grew up. My dad, Colin, used to have an old 35mm SLR camera, I think it was a Minolta. At the time I remember just being fascinated by all the workings of this little contraption with a lense on it, not even beginning to imagine what it could produce.

My dad took really bizarre photos, mainly black and white (which I have come to love), and mostly of buildings at strange angles. One particular image that sticks in my mind to this day, was some grafitti sprayed on a plain brick wall which simply said "THINK". It was so basic I bet every person that walked past it never batted an eyelid. Until my dad past it one day and snapped it in black and white. The wall no longer exists as it's been demolished.

I used to go out with my dad and park up at the Pier Head in Liverpool. We'd then walk alongside the docks and he'd snap away at all the derelict dock buildings that either stood there empty watching over the Mersey, or hoped that nobody would come and completely knock down their walls. The old supports to these wonderful buildings still stood poking out of the water and provided amazing photographs. All old buildings tell a story. Next time you pass a really old building, just stand there and imagine the history behind it, the people who used to live or work there, the purpose for which it was built, and then, maybe take a photo to remember it by.

So that's my dad and my reason for loving the art of photography. He still remains an inspiration to me to this day and his sheer appreciation for the life that is, just keeps on going.