Photography. Its unique, its individual and when we’re happy, we process. But what one photographer captures, another will capture that moment in an entirely different way, their way, their interpiration. Once you like someones work you get accustomed to it, you even come to recognise it. Thats what makes photography awesome, the journeys are never ending and always very different.
Welcome to Chopphotography.
Let me take you on my journeys, and the settings that have been placed before me.
Long before I was more interested in the contents of my marble bag I discovered a book. To me most books were boring, I hated reading, but this book was different. Filled with maps, different colours, big words and oceans. Of course all I had done was found was my fathers Atlas from the study, but I was mesmerised.
Roughly around the age of 6 I started camping with the folks and travelling England and Europe. Landmarks in Britain such as Cadair Idris, Jacob’s Ladder, Ben Nevis and Snowdon were achievements all conquered even before I reached 10 years of age. The Atlas I had acquired soon became what felt like a best friend of sorts, charting where we had been, what it was called and what we had seen, it never left my side.
These days it has seen better days, the covers torn, coffee rings have made their mark and even countries have changed their names, but old faithful is still there.
It was in my early twenties when I first left England for a taste of living abroad. I only had to do it once, thereafter I knew I was hooked and never be able to stop. Oddly enough it was beneath the ocean waves where photography would slowly start to rub off on me, the more dives I did the more I hired camera gear. As I travelled more and more diving wasn’t always available, but the passion for photography was very much in the blood, so…here we are.
Travel and Explore. It is by far the best Education in the World.
Photoshop is a sore subject, not my strong point at all, lets face it, it can boggle the mind, Its complicated and yes I do use it, to a degree, but of the bare minimum, purely because I simply struggle to understand it! I find the process far too confusing, So what you see is what you get, (more or less).
My former home was the Cayman Islands, sadly however it was on this tiny island I lost the majority of my photographic work.
In 2004 was the year for hurricane Ivan. The Category 5 was the size of Texas, it thumped its way through the Caribbean and the islands it passed, ripping them apart like a tin opener. Images I had collected over years from South East Asia to Malaysia, Australia and all of America had either been damaged or destroyed, He caused chaos and heartache for many.
But what can I say, when the roller coaster had finished I still had the air in my lungs, it had blown us all from here to kingdom come, yet those mouth watering sunsets turned up again, just like clock work like nothing had ever happened.
My passion is photography, researching new places to travel, capturing unusual landmarks or settings. Life is too short the list is too long, so I best get cracking.
My warmest to you all for stopping by,
Also known as, Chopper