Sometimes I wonder "Who am I?"
In fact who doesn't ask that of themselves.
I used to write a lot for myself ... mainly to just express myself ... a bit like screaming at the top of your voice on a piece of paper.
There was angst, lost love, found love, love for no reason, wishful love, hopeful love, sad love, and then every now and then happy love.
But when I wrote it was to give a voice to my feelings and dreams.
I wrote in private of things unspoken.
Now, here I am, in a particularly not so private place, screaming at the top of my voice ... because I must!
So "Who am I?"
A Photographer (who believes in himself), a poet (but only by my own calling), a coffee tester (tester sounds better than addict and suggests that I still have degree of control), a father to be (Due June.... and every person tells me that nothing will be the same ...), a Food Technologist (but that was in my former life).
I live in a Port town in New Zealand, and I love photographing weddings. Actually it is people I love to photograph and weddings are just a good opportunity to do it.
This is just the beginning.
Who am I?
Well, at the moment I am only what you have read, but in fact there is more to it than that.