Some of the first art photographs I ever took were of snow covered fields. I used Ilford FP4, an Olympus OM10, and a darkroom I’d built in a tiny spare room. I used my Dad’s enlarger, a cheap Russian model he’d bought for an advertising project: he had a brush manufacturing company. It was cold and lonely walking around bleak Kent countryside but the photography was romantic and consoling. I studied photography at school but my apprenticeship was mostly solitary. I had a special timetable arrangement where I learned photography in Art classes, on my own. Shots like this – I still like them – remind me of that time.
Peak District Snow Fields
Saturday February 16, 2013