
There is a lady I met recently, She has terminal cancer. She had seen some of my work and loved this particular image and wanted to purchase a copy, so i supplied the image and went to her house so to hang the picture, she was so happy with it on the wall, and she told me what she liked about the image . I felt very happy that she liked the picture, but it made me feel strange that it would be one of the last things she sees.
Many years ago i had a dream and it was one of those dreams I have never forgotten, while sitting in a garden, i was looking at some flowers and thinking how nice they looked , then i looked at the leaves and thought how beautiful , as the dream went on everything i looked at had a beauty to it even the ugliest looking thing was beautiful, and then i realised that i was dieing and at that moment everything i looked at was beautiful and until now i hadnt seen it, i had made a big mistake i had been so busy with life that i had never stopped and looked at the beauty of the world. I think this is the reason why i take photographs, its proof that i have seen beauty in the smallest insignificant object







