Why I'm a photographer.
I'm writing this around the 70th Anniversary of Operation Overlord, 6 June 1944; D-Day - the start of the end of the Second World War. It's a time of special remembrance, especially for the few veterans that still survive, and an opportunity for those not there to be reminded of the achievement and sacrifice.
But in addition, D-Day has a more poignant meaning for me as I was on the Normandy invasion beaches in 2008 when my father was critically injured in a fall at home. I never got to speak to him again. That event was the start of a sequence of events that reshaped my own history and journey, so every year I draw parallels...
The loss of a parent, besides the obvious emotional impact, is in a way like becoming a parent - a part of you changes; you evolve and you can never be the same again and no amount of information or good advice can prepare you. But after the dust has settled, it also gives you insight and perspective to life and perhaps a little wisdom.
Some six months after this event, I also lost my mother in equally sudden circumstances and was at a cross-roads career-wise so I chose to make my living as a photographer and artist.
It's not always been an easy path and "photographer" doesn't really sum it all up, but it has and continues to be full of challenges, great people and exciting opportunities and I have no regrets.
These are some of the last images I took in a much quieter Normandy, before "D-Day" and they continue to inform my work and style today...