Dark Days

My Dad died two days ago.

He was the very reason I took up photography aged 14.

We used to make temporary darkrooms in the kitchen, even a on school night.

Which did not particularly help my performance at school.

But my Dad got it.

He knew.

The most important thing is to nurture interest in your child, and watch the enthusiasm grow and the rest would follow, with luck, opening up whole new possibilities in their lives.

Without his encouragement I would never have been a professional photographer and had such a wonderful life.

As he passed away I told him he was my ladder to the stars.

And he truly was.