My cameras? They’re almost a part of me.
I’ve been taking photos since I was 13. Even then, armed with my third-hand Fujica and a bag full of Ilford 400 cannisters, I’d roam empty streets at dawn, travel to London, Brighton, parades, demonstrations, and wander through wintry woodland in search of the first golden rays of sun, long before the dog walkers stirred the leaves.
My darkroom days are behind me now and I’ve wholeheartedly embraced digital, but I will be forever grateful I learned photography the old fashioned way.