Diary of a Landscape Photographer | Entry 2

I think I’d better get used to this. 10.23 and I’m still sat ‘working’ at the computer. Let’s be honest, it’s not work is it. I love it. How can I call this work when it’s something that I choose to do. When I’ve woken up every single day so far and leap out of bed, which I have always wished I could do. When it’s all a part of what I feel is my mission in life. It’s all tied upstairs in there somewhere. That part I’m still trying to work out and untangle out of this busy little head and onto some sheets of paper. But this week has been a very productive one in terms of writing my ‘why’. I’m literally writing a story as I go along. I’m now a storyteller. And a photographer. And a ‘fitness guy’. And a marketer. And at the moment, a bird. Flying high up in the sky.

Diary of a Landscape Photographer | Entry 1

3/1/2021 - The Sunday before my first Monday of ‘unemployment’.

It still hasn't sunk in yet.

I'M A PROFESSIONAL PHOTOGRAPHER!!

Two and a half years ago I hadn't worked a camera. I was a van driver at City Electrical Factors. I'd spend my days listening to personal development podcasts while delivering plug sockets and conduit among other things to the sparkies around Mid Wales.

I'd also just embarked on a journey to become a personal trainer, thinking that taking gym selfies for a living and telling people to eat their complex carbs was where my future was.

One weekend, I received a phone call from my best mate asking me to take a spontaneous trip up to Pistyll Rhaeadr. I'd never been. 18 years in Mid Wales and I'd barely made it past Rodney's Pillar on my expeditions. For some unknown reason that day, I decided to nick my sisters DSLR (bleurghh... Nikon. I washed my hands twice afterwards). I stuck the thing in manual mode and the rest, I believe they say, is history.