I lived in Splott for several years, and then life took me away. It hadn’t been a place I had ever thought of as home, rather a step on the way to wherever I was going. Half Englishman half Scotsman in the Welsh capital, I never felt particularly connected.

Some years later, circumstance brought me back. My partner had bought a house in Splott. I moved in, and we married. Now it is our home, with our children.

I had begun photographing here in my first residency, entertaining the idea that I might be Cardiff’s answer to Tony Ray-Jones or Lee Friedlander. I was not.

Returning, I began to follow the impulse to explore visually again, with a photographic approach that has evolved since those earlier days.

I found I was a stranger to attachment. I knew the streets, the edges of the frame - but not the heart of the place; like a tentative attempt at a jigsaw puzzle - without a reference image, all corners and stray pieces.

As I engage, I gather kaleidoscopic fragments of light - moments through which I reflect on my sense of place and my part in the picture. I will never see it fully, it is mutable, it’s always shifting. But as I wander, I pick pieces where I find them, one by one.