My father gave me his reflex camera when I was around twelve years old and encouraged me to capture the places and people I wanted to remember. A pilot during the Second World War, he had built an impressive archive of photographs, taken both from the air and on the ground.

Since then, photography has been a constant companion. This collection reflects some of the impressions I have gathered over the last decade.

Yet not everything can be preserved in a photograph. What remains beyond the frame lives on in memory, and I rely on words to convey its colours and emotions to those willing to listen, just as my father once did.