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