Our worlds are all different.
Every person sees the world through their own eyes. We share our lives with friends and family, yet each of us experiences the same place, the same moment, in a different way. What I find fascinating, someone else may barely notice. What others find exciting might leave me completely unmoved.
We are all unique, and we all see the world differently. Add a little neurodiversity into the mix and those different ways of seeing become even more varied.
It's impossible to capture everything I experience in a photograph or a video. My eyes absorb far more than a camera lens ever could. My brain quietly gathers the details of a moment, filing them away in the hope that one day they'll be remembered. A photograph can't hold all of that, but it can preserve the atmosphere - the feeling of that exact point in time.
For me, a photograph becomes a doorway back to the memory.
This photograph, *Rural Postal Service*, is one of those moments.
Trelawny, my Shire horse - an incredible friend who spent much of his life working as a therapy horse with disadvantaged children and adults - meets Freddie, a blind Dachshund. For just a few seconds they stood nose to nose, quietly introducing themselves. Then, almost as quickly, Freddie decided enough was enough and began barking at Trelawny.
By chance I had my camera with me.
By chance the postie stopped for a little longer than usual.
By chance I was taking Trelawny for a walk.
For a few brief seconds, everything fell into place.
Click.
A fragment of life, preserved forever.
I rarely plan my photographs. It probably means I come home with fewer images than many photographers, but I'm happy with that.
The photographs I do make aren't just pictures.
They're fragments of a life, held still for just a little longer.