And lastly …
‘Dashing Towards the Ice Cream Van’
My late mum, her handbag, and Richard her eldest grandson (c.1977)
One of my disappointments in the past is that, too often, I've created a series in the spirit of ‘proper’, traditional photography, and one of my favourite images has been left to languish on the cutting room floor, simply because I couldn’t make it fit. But a final joy of storytelling photography is that there’s always a story out there that can highlight a favourite – no matter how unlikely – it’s just waiting to be written.
Well, that’s what I believe – I’ll let you know how I get on!