I started travelling from an early age. Young enough to need parental permission.
And I still do. I get jittery when I don't. 
By my mid twenties, I had travelled to most continents, except now I carry what some would call 'proper equipment' with me. With friends, with partners, with people I didn't yet know, alone. 
This page is my homage to the kind of images photographers take and keep to themselves.
I think we fear appearing unprofessional. We often want clean, well lit, well edited photos at risk of seeming too human, able to do things wrong. Bits of film scans and crops that don't always work out, I have begun to enjoy this type of work.  
This is what I do outside of my paid work, and it's what I very much enjoy doing. 
I recall the last day of Budapest, walking and looking and walking and looking and walking alone. 
I recall little else.
I remember the train that took us to the mountains in Switzerland. 
I remember jumping into the river on a cold winter morning in Devon. 
And I realise, often, that I remember through imagery. 
A long conversation with another photographer along the river's path on a winter's morning, and it sparked this realisation in me. I remember through photos. 
The travels, and the photos I take with them keep me going, they keep me excited, and they keep me anchored to the world. And after they are taken, they keep me remembering. Photos are small timestamps, they allow me to delve further into a memory. Where I went, who I went with, what the culture was like. I can look at a photo of somewhere I have been and remember almost everything about it. Build those up and you have a snapshot of what the world is like through another persons eyes. 
People, hands, holding, love, life, birds in trees, half broken walls and people, people moving everywhere.
My portraiture is slow, I look for intimacy, but day to day, on busy streets, this is how I, and many other artists see.