My love for photography developed at a young age, perhaps not through direct inspiration, but due to an inborn understanding of the countryside I grew up around. It has often been noted that an only child is his own best companion; in my case it was a kinship with nature that provided the backbone of my spiritual awakening.
I spent a great deal of time walking and would often become encapsulated by a moment of natural beauty. It seemed like a logical step to begin recording these moments. I tried painting and sketching but couldn't relate with the images I was producing; I needed something more direct, something less abstract that didn't divert from the truth of what I'd witnessed. The answer came in the form of a camera.
To truly understand photography, one needs to understand light and how it can be sculpted and manipulated to form an accurate representation of the mind's eye. Many times during my initial outings, I would give up, sure that the clouds wouldn't break and that the sun had disappeared for good, only to witness the most spectacular of skies whilst on the journey home. This element of chance only added to the excitement, spurring me on to stay, until the very last ray of sunlight had dropped beneath the darkening horizon.
