My dad gave me a polaroid camera as a young girl and I remember our bathroom in our council house being used as a darkroom as he developed his own prints. I remember the red light and the black & white prints floating about in the water or hanging above it glowing.
When I became a mother I decided to embrace photography more seriously and began what was to become years of studying whilst being a single parent. Accumulating proudly in a 1st class honours degree in Documentary/Fine Art Photography, I had found a world I belonged in.
This is my first competition as I can never usually afford to enter. I work as a breastfeeding Peer Supporter in my local hospital, another passion involving helping empowering mothers to happily breastfeed their children.
I love my children and I love my cameras. After unwillingly embracing digital I have now returned to film like so many other. Why constantly try to emulate it when I can use it. There is a look that you know you have captured when you feel that tiny lilt in your heart.
My cancer involved so much medicine and technical equipment, all of which I am thankful for. However, the slowness of my old precious camera lovingly held in my hands becomes part of a process that I am always overjoyed with being slightly nervous of the outcome. The deliciousness of waiting for those images to burst into life. I once read that if you can get 2 or 3 great images out of a single roll of film then you have achieved something. I still believe that today.