Posts about dad
When the full (-ish) moon rises above Interlaken at this time of year, it always reminds me of a photo my Dad took in south Wales many years ago, where the reflection wasn’t on a lake but on the smooth surface of the sea off the coast of Freshwater East.
As I get older, I realise more and more just how long a life actually is. How full of memories and moments one’s life is. It’s so difficult to pack in almost 79 years of a life into the few minutes I have here. It’s already been over four weeks since Dad died, yet it…
The “camera obscura” was the precursor to the modern camera.
Before photography and the internet, golf was the major hobby in my life for many years, in all its forms.
From my first photographic steps to my love of travelling around the U.K. by car, my Dad is an inspiration and always has been. Happy birthday Dad!
One of my Gran’s endearing terms was “smogging” (which the rest of us know as “snogging”).
Richard and my father deep in discussion during my stag night in south London.
Visiting Sarah in Bournemouth with Mum and Dad.