Earlier this month my father sadly passed away. On return to England, I came across several of the family’s old photo albums. As I scoured over each page, i was reminded that although my father was known primarily as an artist, he was also an excellent photographer.
The images were excellent and invaluable. In the age of tumblr and facebook, I do hope that I will own albums of photographs when I reach old age. It was also a confirmation of sorts - that making images of domestic, seemingly mundane life is essential to my role as a photographer.
(top to bottom: myself, mother, brother, father)