The first photograph I saw which made a real impression on me was Brett Weston’s beautiful ‘Canal, Holland, 1971’ which was in a photography magazine I came across in my late teens.
Probably around this time, but here my memory is little more vague, I became aware of a two photographs by Cartier-Bresson; the man jumping over a puddle outside the Gare Saint-Lazare in Paris and the view looking down on a street with a passing cyclist from Hyeres.
At the time I was given an Olympus OM 20 35mm film camera for a birthday and I loved to shoot with Kodachrome 64. I still have that camera, and it still works, but my photographic output declined rapidly once I had left University.
That is, until….