January through to March is the quite time for weddings for me. This gives me the opportunity to indulge in what drove my initial passion for photography, taking photographs that would look lovely in a frame and hanging on a wall. Photography as art. I love nothing more than going out somewhere, anywhere with my camera bag and just walking around and looking. I read once that you never really look at anything until you want to photograph it. Taking photographs and having the time to really look around you is something I still love doing and appreciate how lucky I am to have the time to do this.
Some photographs can carry a message, an emotion in the image that is captured. This feeling might not neccesarily be the same in any two people but as long as it inspires some feeling than that is good. I remember once I had a black and white photo of a sunset and this was displayed in my first exhibition in Nottingham. Now for me the glory of the photo was the deep blacks around the edges of the cloud and then the glorious bursts of sunshine peaking from behind the clouds in great vivid shafts of light. Many people commented on the photograph with people falling into two main camps. There were those who felt the image far too sombre, dark and depressing. The other camp, into which I belonged, saw the image as very uplifting with those shafts of brilliant light clearing the darkness away. The person who bought the photo told me that he would hang it on his office wall and use it as a sort of ink blot test for people to see if there glass was half empty or half full.