1989-1990. England. Scotland. Wales (unfortunately, I never got to Ireland). Even after all these years, I still really, really miss the time I spent living in the UK. It feels these days, as if it could almost be another lifetime ago, but as much as I love Australia, as beautiful and as blessed as this country is, I have never felt as those I belong here, not in the way I did when I lived in England. The connection I feel to this place is as strong today as it was all those years ago. Being there, just felt so right. If it weren't for my beloved canine companions, I'm certain I would have returned years ago. Perhaps one day, I'll get to go back.
Whilst living in London, I bought myself my very first (and so far, only) film camera - a Minolta 7000 slr. It's still sitting beside my desk in it's original camera bag today. I keep threatening to pull it out, buy some film, and use it again. It hasn't had a whole lot of use in a very long time, but it's in really great condition.
I found myself randomly scanning and playing around with some of the UK images a few years ago, but never got around to uploading them to my new website when I switched hosts a while back. My father's side of the family comes from Scotland. We still have family there, although I've only ever met a few of them. An uncle came to visit in January, and not long after that I found myself revisiting this series. I tinkered with them a little more, re-edited a few, added a couple of extas, and have finally gotten around to including them in my portfolio.
It saddens me deeply to see what has befallen Brighton's beautiful old West Pier over the years - this once grand and magnificent pier no longer stands, becoming victim over the years to the ravages of time, neglect, and arson by fire (not once but twice). All that remains today are a few scant remnants of the shell, the rest of the structure has been claimed by the sea. For someone who is passionate about heritage architecture, it is heartbreaking to think of what has been lost. It is such a terrible shame, and something that, once lost, can never be recaptured. This is what it still looked liked in 1989 (minus the textures and colour editing, of course).
Oh, to be able to jump on a magic carpet and travel back in time, and experience these wonderful places as they once were, long, long ago. I would be back there in a heartbeat. First stop, Rosslyn Chapel (the photograph below is of the Valle Crucis Abbey ruins in Wales.)
Whenever I find myself poking around in this areas of my photo archives, and the more I work with these images again, the more I realise just how strong the urge to go back still is. The depth of the connection is as strong as it ever was.
There are a lot of other photographs from my time in the UK that I will eventually scan, edit and add to this series. In the meantime, the series as it currently stands can be viewed here... 'Memory Lane' - available for purchase as cards, smaller sized prints and canvases.