A symptom of the photographers’ life is that we rarely appear in photographs. Our life is documented in other people’s smiles. Our joy is a reflection in someone’s face. Sometimes we forget to be seen except as empty spaces in group photos. I want to change that for myself.

Like anyone I am a work in progress. I am more than the sum of my parts. I am reader, writer, knitter, photographer, designer, wife, Strange Human to our cats, tea & coffee lover, ‘aspiring’ everything, and just plain Mel.



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