Words. Words are good things - you can say so much with words. You can make people laugh with words, make people cry with words. You can shout words or even write them down; your words can be disposable on the back of a receipt or live beyond you in a great volume of your writing. Words. They do so much. Why is it then that I find myself short of words? Why is it that I find words just can't cover it - don't live up to their words almost.
Perhaps this is why I took up photography. Perhaps these things that I don't have the vocabulary to say, these things I am too shy to say, these things I just can't say - perhaps they need saying. Perhaps they are the most important things. These things I can't find the words for haven't become the subject but the reason for my photographs. My time in industry and with my father - nine and twenty-eight years respectively - Words just can't express it.
I hope that you enjoy looking at these images. I hope that you can see my father in them, maybe even see me in them: he's been quite an influence. It's more likely that you will get a glimpse of my time working inside units on industrial estates. The most important thing is my father. I hope he likes them and I hope that they go some way towards saying what I want to.
Picture for my father. For my father because words just aren't enough.