a younger me. yes that’s right i too was young once. don’t feel it or look it anymore but yes this was the case many many a moon ago. the picture i have chosen is one of me taken by my father in greenwich park, london, when i was 5. we had not long moved to england from spain, and were living in the eastend of london town. weekends were often an escape and this is taken on one of those weekends.
fathers
three generations
a solider, a farmer
a sailor, a tailor
a carpenter, a musician
a quantity surveyor, a bowler
a creative, a runner
a father
self portrait
i don’t photograph well
which in fairness isn’t a great shame
not much to photograph really
i always blink
always
this is no lie
together
a friend of mine is very poorly, very poorly indeed
she won’t be with us for much longer
right now togetherness is the most important thing to all of us
boys boys boys
my boys mean the world to me
there is nothing i wouldn’t do for them
there is no-one i wouldn’t fight for them
they are simply the best boys in town