I know the exact moment I fell for photography.
It was a dark and stormy night. No, not really. It was 2007; I was sitting in a cafe having a morning coffee and doing some work. I looked up to see a woman on the table opposite, eating cereal, very genteelly. She had a crown of white grey hair and wore lipstick. I liked the scene so took a picture and got back to my work. When I looked up again, the woman had gone; instead, a lady with a very similar style sat in her place. She was around the same age, but a scarf this time, stylishly thrown over a shoulder, and a newspaper instead of breakfast. I took a picture again. Two women. Two shots. Two moments. I kept moving between the two photos on the back of my point and shoot camera. That's when something clicked. There are moments like that all the time. Unrecorded, it's just life - sometimes quiet, sometimes noisy, but always passing by. Frieze framed at the right time, it becomes a document that tells a story we can share and look back on. I liked that idea, so I went to find some more.
After that, I learnt as much as I could when I could along side other jobs. I assisted, shadowed and covered until I started getting paid jobs of my own. I sought inspiration from wherever I could, catalogued photo books and went back to film to sharpen my skills. I then took the plunge to make this my profession. It wasn't the conventional route to get here, and I'm not finished yet, but I certainly like the view so far.
As Ameila Earhart said, 'The most effective way to do it, is to do it.'