Into the wide blue yonder...
My earliest recollections of travel were with my family, within Scotland. Around the age of 11, we went to the Lake District in England; and when I was 13, I went on a school trip to Scandanavia. When I was 16, my family migrated to Australia but the tyranny of distance did nothing to deter my desire for travel and from there, I set out on numerous trips, alone, then with my wife, then with my wife and son to various parts of the world.
There are many places I have yet to see and I don’t ever expect to see them all but I consider myself very fortunate to have had the opportunity to see what I have seen and experience what I have experienced.
If you’ve read the “About” section of this blog (recently updated), you’ll know that there was a period in my life (specifically from 1974 – 1991) when the only photography I did was travel-related; and even then, it was incidental to the travelling rather than being the purpose behind it. Basically, when I went on holiday, I took photographs; and mainly they were intended as mementos of where I’d been. In that period, I visited Hong Kong (3 times), Japan, The Soviet Union, France (3 more times), The Netherlands, China (a couple of times) and made my first trip to the Philippines; and while I tried to make a good job of the photographs I took, I rarely went out to “shoot” with photography as the primary objective. I was just there; and I took what I saw as best I could.
But in November 2009, that changed somewhat.
