As a young adult I travelled extensively. Budgets were slim. Tupperware boxes full of treasured 35mm slide film rolls, wrapped in wet towels through deserts, tinfoil skins through archaic airport X-ray conveyors, dry-bags down raging rivers. Rationed to 20 frames a day. Modern imaging and camera tech has literally exploded into fountains of creative opportunity.

My own love of making images really began on a road bridge over the Yulong River, Yangshou in China, 1992. It was midday and a cormorant fisherman drifted towards the bridge. The shot got onto a travelling exhibition, and hangs large on my wall, floating, and I wonder what his journey ended up like – that he didn’t get stuck in my picture forever.