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The Road Out of North Devon

This is a story, from North Devon to Hollywood, via Africa, June 1961 Paul Harris, nice jacket, smart trousers walks out of the Barnstaple Boys Secondary Modern School (“ Secondary” is the key word here, basically a school for useless Muppets who where not academically good enough for “ Grammar School”) I had not passed a single exam and I went on to a Technical College, only to be thrown out after a year with still not a single “ Pass” to my name. So at 17 I got a job in a garage fixing cars as an apprentice but it was freezing in the winter. I needed a job with heating  and I got one  in a  camera shop selling cameras , 7 years went by and I taught myself photography, then went into business with a local photographer, grossly incompetent (but delusions of grandeur, that would be me, incompetent with delusions  not my partner) to do weddings, Ships, Cows and Portraits.At 29 I was still in Barnstaple, a small town of 25,000 in the rural South West of England, what hope did this poor bastard have? Only one thing to do, go to Africa and find a War! I hope you enjoy the journey, all the pictures you will see except the one above are mine, taken by me, In Africa I used Nikons F’s, In the USA for the first 15 years Olympus OM 2’s and 3’s Finally changing back to Nikon and the F4 in the early 90’s and when digital arrived Fuji S1 & 2. In 2004 back to Nikon and the D2x. In 2010 I downgraded to the Nikon D 700 but with its astonishing ASA speeds and quality it seemed like an upgrade.There was also the odd Hassleblad and Mamiya along the way, aided by Dynalight lighting. In December 2008 I became a Citizen of the United States Of America along with my wife from Barnstaple Petronela. In 2012 I am still alive.