At a time when EVERYONE is a photographer, many would argue it's a devalued profession. As you scroll through the umpteen photos of the Manchester eyesore known as Beetham Tower/The Hilton, you have to question yourself. What is the point?!
Well my Grandad, a near 80 year old veteran of the RAF, made the point to me. Passing me over his tablet (tech savvy Grandad), he presents me an incredible gallery of his time in the Yemen as an electrical engineer in 1963. It's a common cliche to describe photos as 'moments'. Capture the moment, create memories, etc etc. Well what my Grandad showed me was more than just that. It was pride and it was history.
On an average day:
When you sit and think about it, that's staggering. How many of these are vain self-portraits? How many are (stolen) photos of One Direction? They mean nothing. I tell you what does. This gallery of one-off's that warms my heart.