I adore being a photographer. It is ingrained into every fibre of my being…to be able to capture moments, moments that even when that time has passed the memory the picture remains – I find this to be especially poignant on the mornings of weddings….As I go to my bride’s house…a house full of excitement…giggles and noise…a beautiful young lady getting ready to marry her love…and in the midst of all the hustle and bustle also evident, are the silent glances from Mum to Dad…glimpses of shared memories of another day…another time when their little girl wore white…of all the hopes and dreams that have been shared between them over the years. In every home I go to those memories are evident…proudly hung on walls, on windowsills…some aged and yellow over time…but the sentiment remains the same. I collect old photographs…some of these pictures are of people from another lifetime..people I have never met and yet I feel a connection with them…as they smile out at me…from a time and place in their lives where the happiness, so evident on their faces fills the frame with emotion. That for me is the power of a photograph…the power of photography.