"Dearest Dad,
I wanted to tell you that I recently put on an exhibition of your photographs in Fornalutx, the village we lived in before and after you died. Lots of the locals came and we talked about you and shared stories.
Despite the sadness, the memory of you lives on in your four children and our mother Veronica. She still lives in the house of my childhood memories. Now a published author - you would be proud of her. We are.
Being a photographer you left us the legacy of your pictures as a reminder of a happy and idyllic childhood.
As the eldest I have vivid memories of helping you to make prints in the darkroom.
That early influence shaped my life, and gave me a passion for the creative possibilities of photography. But making a living from it was always a bit precarious, and moving from London to Wales when I had your grandson probably didn't help, although I did keep on taking pictures.
He's grown up now and left home and just when I thought I was on the scrap heap in terms of work, I landed a job as project worker at Photoworks Westminster, running community projects in London.
I must like the contrasts because I love my job most of the time, but I do need the tranquillity of Wales to come back to.
Sometimes the creative process is like a search in the dark, the light at the end of the tunnel, all too often illusive. Your influence has helped me understand the need for music and poetry in photography.
So thank you, Dad."
