About Me

My Story

Dean first held a camera when he was barely 14 months old. Moments later he cried and screamed as his Mam gently removed it from his mouth wiped away the goo and put it safely out of harms way so as his Dad wouldn't find out.

Dean has been interested in photography almost ever since.

March 30th 1990

Just before Breakfast time March 30th, 1990.
Qantas flight QF2 from London via Bangkok has just landed in Sydney. The arrival heralded for myself not only the end of a very long journey but also the beginning of a new life in an exciting land Downunder. On reaching immigration I waited in line until it was my turn to hand over my passport to the official in charge. His demeanour was calm and still. Only his eyes moved as his gaze shifted from the photo to my face back to the photo and once more without expression to the photo again. I've had a haircut; I offered and as you can see I no longer have the moustache.

No need. Officialdom was finally satisfied and as my passport was handed back to me I shall never forget those immortal words.

"Welcome to Australia Sir! But why on earth do you want to come and live in this God forsaken place For?”

Ignoring that remark I smiled, took back my passport, collected my baggage and then skipped and danced through Arrivals and out into the welcoming embrace of my new home. I remember saying to myself...
"Yes Welcome to Australia Sir indeed !

G'Day !