He never told me how to make a picture, never criticised my work, and never told me to look at anyone else's. Just encouraged me to see things my own way and then died when I was 17.
When I decided to start shooting professionally, for the first two years I forbade myself to look at any pictures except for the ones coming up in the trays in my darkroom at night.
It was years before I realised where that idea had germinated. I hadn't wanted to be influenced, but that in itself had come from him.
Once I started to look at other work, it was Lee Miller who stood out. Her acute eye, her intimacy, her versatility and her madness. I bought four of her prints which hang on my wall to remind me to always look at things in many different ways. Later I traded a portrait for her 1938 picture of the Great Pyramid, which doesn't show the pyramid, but trumps all other photos of it; and still makes me smile every day. The year after she shot the picture, the second world war began and when it ended my father got his Leica.