After a break of 6 years, due to my deteriorating health, starting my degree has been the catalyst for me picking up my camera. My husband has tried several times over the years to get me engaged back in to my photography, but with little success. The combination of losing my mobility, strength in my upper body, and the growing anxiety in my gut prevented me from having any faith in my ability to be able to still take photographs.
Sat on Perranporth beach, with a camera strapped to my wheelchair, made me face so many emotions I felt I’d dealt with. I had been a professional photographer. And it hadn’t been until I had to close the business that I realised just how much I LOVED MY JOB. From those nervous brides tentatively putting their tights on wondering if the groom was sipping whisky, through to hyperactive children who barely kept still for a millisecond. Then I got ill.
So as I tentatively dip my toe back in the photographic world, please be kind.