I can't remember a time when I wasn't fascinated by the world around me. I can remember getting my first camera at a very young age. It was a Kodak Instamatic, bought on holiday in the Isle of Man. The ensuing photographs of rock pools and steam trains and holidaymakers and just about everything else my child's eye bounced across were as one would expect. Those many cassettes of film and envelopes of prints helped set my mind on the start of a lifetime's curiosity and delight.
The English state school system then did it's utmost to derail and extinguish this curiosity and delight. Thankfully said delight was nurtured to survive and grow under the gentler and more effective influence of encouraging parents, friends, art galleries, books, magazines and university.
This nurturing has lead to me dwelling in a house full of books. When I'm not filming, editing, writing, planning, at the cinema or just generally enjoying life in a modern city, I even get to read some of them. The space between these books is filled with artworks, an eclectic music collection and the paraphenalia of modern life.
I continue to be fascinated by the endlessly interesting world around me. I now use my writing, photography and speaking to encourage others see and enjoy the wonders all around them. Like that small boy of forty some years ago I still photograph rock pools and steam trains and holidaymakers and just about everything else my eye bounces across.
