Photography is one of those things
I got into by accident really.
I have always been 'kind of' interested and throughout my
life have photographed the odd family event here and there
but it was building Wyenot.com which really got me involved.
I started taking photos for the web site and suddenly newspapers
and magazines started phoning to ask, 'Would you be able
to . . .' I now take quite a high percentage of the Ross
Gazette photos and some for other local papers and this
is keeping me busy - earning the money to keep my family
whilst I work on this web site.
found the photo above whilst hunting my own archives the
other day. It is the very first photograph I ever took.
I took it back in 1962, as a nine year old boy when 'Jublies'
were fourpence from the local sweet shop (if I spent my
bus fare and walked home from school) and a 'mobile' was
something to keep my baby sister amused. I had badgered
my parents into buying me a 'Brownie 127' camera for Christmas
because I had seen a 'Winter' photographic competition on
'Blue Peter' which I wanted to enter. The photo is a January
shot of a tree, close to the Parish Church in Cranham, Essex.
Had I taken it the following January, the tree would have
been under about nine feet of snow as the coldest winter
I remember, with blizzards beginning on Boxing day and lasting
until April happened later that same year. Needless to say,
I didn't win the competition! (Didn't even get a Blue Peter
badge.) That camera travelled with me on a school trip around
Europe and North Africa though and I have black and white
shots of dolphins in the Bay of Biscay, shots of Lisbon,
the Rock of Gibraltar and Tangier in Morocco, all taken
with the Brownie. I still have that camera to this
day, and if Kodak 127 film was still available, I am certain
that it would still work just as well.
two photographs below were taken with the same camera, seven
years later, from the television screen in the living room
of my parent's home at 132, Westrow Drive, Barking Essex.
It was taken on one of those days, most people can remember
exactly what they were doing - when Apollo 11 blasted off
destined for the Sea of Tranquillity. Video recorders were
science fiction in those days and we expected to see jagged
pointy mountains when Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin landed
on the moon. It was my final year at school and I followed
the event right through, staying up all night to watch the
landing, feeling sorry for Michael Collins, who had to stay
in lunar orbit whilst the others got to do the moon walk.
I still have all the daily newspapers and Sunday Supplements
from that week. The television was actually one of the very
first colour television sets, although the event was broadcast
in black and white. The 'amazing' colour television was
given to my father as a gift by the Dutch owners of a ship
he designed. 'Dad' commuted to Holland weekly from London,
Heathrow for something like nine months of that year to
complete the job, whilst the whole neighbourhood used to
visit our house, just to watch the idiot's lantern in colour.
don't think I could take a television screen shot anywhere
near as clearly these days with my current SLR cameras.
Sometimes it is the simple things which work the best!