A Nudge From Above
In my teenage years I won two cameras within the space of six months including a 35mm SLR film camera.
I took this stroke of luck as a nudge from above that my career was predestined, so I promptly set out to buy photographic books, a variety of ISO films and any gadgets my 1983, 15-year-old student budget could afford.
Time outside of school was spent teaching myself how to master depth of field. Savings and any pocket money went towards developing rolls and rolls of film. I was broke, but I was hooked.
As dux of my penultimate high school year it was a challenge to convince my parents and teachers that dropping out of school to work in a photographic laboratory was the ideal start to my career, even if it was THE best laboratory in town.
Technicolour (now Atkins) was a whole new world and I was in my element working in complete darkness, printing Cibachrome murals and listening to Beatles’ music. I believe this is where my love of working in solitude was born.
My career has since veered here and there; from advertising production to offshore company administration; from office management to commercial operations for a national football club. For a short period I studied the technical aspects of photography and worked as a professional photographer. However, my personal highlight was forming my own business, ‘Kick It To Me’, in 2005. The business itself was completely unrelated to photography, but it was undoubtedly the most creative step I’ve ever taken in life.
Throughout the zigging and zagging of my career the desire to pick up a camera waned, fuelled by the uncertainty of how to transfer my knowledge from film camera to digital. It was new year’s day in 2014 when things changed.
I saw the movie The Secret Life of Walter Mitty and like Walter, I was inspired to live my dreams in the real world rather than in my head. I dusted off the DSLR, took a few lessons and bang! Here I am full circle, photographing again.
You know what I love about it most?
When a photographic image evokes feelings, there in itself is evidence that the photographer was not working in solitude.