This is the very first shot I took with the conscious intention of “taking a photo.” No technical skill, no reading of manuals—just a camera, a chair abandoned in a field, and the instinct to frame it. I remember being fascinated by the contrast: the artificial shape of the chair dropped into a plot of neglected green, hemmed by broken walls. No narrative, just a question mark. I had no clue what I was doing. Exposure? Focus? Aperture? The camera was almost fully automatic, and I didn’t even think about composition rules. But the instinct to isolate the subject and centralise the frame kicked in, and so did a vague…