It’s now just over three months since he passed away, and in those three months I’ve been amazed at just how many photos he’d taken off the many holidays we went on throughout the years.
Last night I uploaded over 300 photos to flickr taken between 2005 and there’s still over 1000 digital images and around 5 or 6 huge sack fulls of “old school” ones to sort through.
One thing I’ve noticed whilst look through them is that he had a very keen eye for detail in a shot. Although there aren’t that many of myself or Mum, there are so many of the scenery from wherever we were.
I always knew he’d been interested in photography since he was 16 or 17, but I hadn’t realised exactly how beautiful a lot of the pictures he took actually were.
I’m contemplating whether to go down to London next week, just to get away from it all for a few days. I’ll definitely be taking my camera; I’ve got a lot of catching up to do!