|A rarity - a picture of me in the field! High Pines, Fraser's Hill, Malaysia, April 1994|
It's not that I don't like people, it's just that somebody else always seems to be taking care of the photographic 'people' element in my life. My wife and daughter's have tens of thousands of images stored on the computer and backed-up elsewhere. We have a pile of photographic albums, full of old-fashioned prints. These are full of the girls when they were babies and toddlers. I used to take pictures of them back then. Come to think of it, when we had our Cocker Spaniel I did take pictures of her, but rarely people. Maybe she counted as being honorary wildlife?
|And another! Negev Desert, Israel, March 1986|
There are times when I would dearly love to see pictures of gatherings from way back when, but I don't have them. You cannot have it both ways, and unless I break the habit of a lifetime and start clicking away it won't happen any time soon. Oh to have taken pictures of the observatory at Dungeness when it still resembled a junk shop. To have images of the trapping area when the vegetation was only waist and shoulder high. Pictures of Beddington when it was full of elms, had two houses on site (both lived in!) and a network of concrete culverts and outbuildings that we haunted. All long gone. But they live on in the mind. I'm a great advocate of living in the moment rather than trying desperately hard to catalogue it with cameras and phones. You cannot truly experience what's happening through a lens.
|Older and heavier, Sandwich Bay, Kent, June 2011|