A few weeks after my Dad died I looked back through old photos to find one of us together. I only found one. This is us in Rome with St Peter’s Basilica and Castel Sant’Angelo in the background. We had a wonderful time on that holiday, I remember I dragged him and my Mum around everywhere in the scorching 40 degree heat as I was so excited to show them the city I’d fallen in love with.
My Mum must have snapped it and it’s precious. I've managed to avoid marriage so never had any of the traditional father/bride photos and as I'm always behind the camera we never had any professional ones taken.
Reflecting on this photograph and family photography makes me fall in love a little bit more with my chosen profession. It’s an honour to meet my clients, to be allowed for a brief time into their circle and to be trusted to capture and document their family. The portraits I take will not only be treasured for a lifetime but will form part of the legacy that is left to their children and descendants.
Photos are often cited as the number one possession that people would grab if their house was on fire and I feel so lucky that I get to spend my life making these precious items.