A night class at the old school on top of Stow Hill in Trefforest would prove decisive. I had already experienced years of taking photographs, learning about cameras and darkrooms as a kid with my uncle Robert, later assisting professional photographers, then on to working part-time on social and industrial commissions. I realised there was […]
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