From the age of 16 I worked as a part-time freelance photographer, and during my time at University spent my weekends supplementing my meagre grant by covering sports events for the local paper.
A few weeks after this photo was taken, Barbara and I were off on our great adventure, and the start of a wonderful life in the minerals industry.
|Approaching the Rhodesian border, September 1969|
It was a slow and laborious process, and how things have changed with the advent of modern digital cameras. But I have to admit that I still miss the black and white images slowly emerging from the developing solution under the warm orange glow of the darkroom lamp!