What got me into photography many years ago was how the camera has the ability to make everyday situations look pretty, maybe even prettier than they feel in reality. I took the camera everywhere, from weird indie house parties to trips to the beach, to high school graduation and on to long countryside walks with friends where it successfully distracted the odd broken teenage heart, and on most travels. In fact, the camera has often become the reason for these. But somewhere on the way my photography lost a bit of its playfulness and naivety and became more of a device that I would use for occasions, when “appropriate”. When I realised that last week I grabbed the heavy thing that used to never ever leave my bag and carried it with me for two days. These are some snaps that I got. I should do this more often, randomly hitting the button like in the old days. And it still has that therapeutic effect too.