A slightly tattooed, easy going kind of guy with a love of coffee, guitars and ale who says the word awesome far too much.
I live in Manchester with my wife, Kirsty, our son, Bodhi and our scruffy Border Terrier, Samson.
After arriving home from backpacking with no clue what I wanted to do next, I shot my first wedding back in 2012 and was instantly hooked. Since then I have photographed over 150 weddings. You can see some of my most recent work on my blog.
The stories you can tell through photographs is incredible. As Rod Stewart sang, "Every Picture Tells A Story."
So let me tell you a story about my Nanna...
My Nanna passed away in November 2015.
This photo was taken on a family camping trip in the summer of ’97. And it's a photo that I love. Because, although my Nanna is smoking, the thing that would eventually be her downfall, she’s absolutely laughing her arse off. A tiny snippet of her personality is forever embedded in this photograph.
It’s been over 20 years since this photograph was taken but looking at it instantly takes me back to that camping trip. I remember Sixpence None The Richer - Kiss Me, playing on the radio. I remember the crappy windbreakers we used to have up, even though it wasn’t windy. I remember the water fights with my cousins.
And I still remember my Nanna’s laugh.
That is the power of a photograph. It can take you back to a place where you would give anything go back to. Whether that place is a camping trip or your wedding day.
This is a blurry photograph from over 20 years ago, but I love it.
Because this is my Nanna, exactly how she was.