I was born and raised in Glasgow, Scotland, but these days I call a small market town in North Yorkshire, England, home. As I approach my seventieth birthday — somewhat sooner than I ever anticipated — I find myself looking back on a long, on-and-off relationship with photography.
My interest began in the late 1980s and early 1990s, well before the digital era took hold. I learned the craft the traditional way: loading rolls of film, developing negatives by hand, and watching black-and-white prints emerge in the quiet glow of a cramped darkroom.
Not long after taking up a camera, I discovered the work of Robert Doisneau, which introduced me to the world of street photography. I wouldn't call myself a hardcore street photographer — more of an occasional observer. Every so often, the urge takes hold to pick up a camera, step outside, and wander the pavement in pursuit of those small, quiet serendipities that make street photography so special.
I've never quite warmed to social media, and I may well have missed the boat when it comes to using online platforms as a shop window for my work. But getting online recognition was never the point anyway. The only person I aim to satisfy with my images is myself; if someone else happens to connect with a photograph along the way, that's a welcome bonus.
You can see the pictures in the gallery.