I lost my Grand Father last weekend.
He was an amateur photographer his whole life and shot way back when old school meant shooting old school.
He encouraged me to take it up and actively fuelled my passion for capturing those rare or odd moments, creating a reflective and critical artist in me.
Scouring through some old files and his office we came across various images of him from his time in the Royal Air Force; the time he spent in Malaya, Europe, and Africa as well as all over the UK; His marriage and family and how proud he was of it all.
From his pet monkey to images of the Air Craft he flew and engineered.
It created a timeline of his life- an accurate account of everything he had ever experienced.
It breaks my heart that I won't ever see him again, but the truth of the matter remains- He was an exceptional photographer and his photos live on as a credit to his memory.
I hope one day to share some of these photos with this community, because he taught me a lot through them and showed me what his life was like through the end of a lens.
I am privileged to have been left his photography equipment in his Will. It's something I will treasure and no doubt not let it gather dust on a shelf.
Photography has never been more important to me.
In loving, fond memory of my Grand Father - Peter J. Adams.