ON ONE of my recent trips to London my friend asked me to give her a hand.

She is the creator of pop-up markets and is a big name on the craft scene in the capital. As such, she is gaining more and more press.

I have known her for years and she knows that I like photography and have managed to hone my skills to a level that could pass as professional on a good day.

So she asked me to take some photographs of her that she could pass on to the press people for their articles – us journalists need to stick together.

As she is a super good friend, I relished the chance to do a ‘fashion shoot’ and of course for free.

It’s actually a lot harder than you might think, getting the technical aspects: lights, contrast, composition etc but I’m okay at that after years of practice and photographing friends for fun.

Photographing to someone’s brief is much harder!

Anyway off we go. Pretty soon we discovered that head shots taken from a seated position look odd in a fashion context. To me it is normal to look up at people as this is my view of the world.

To overcome this she has to either sit down (or squat) or sit on the floor. I even used ramps and vantage points to get a more ‘normal’ view.

It just got me thinking about how I and others must see the world. People must be talking to the top of my head a lot!

I guess it’s also about the essence of this column about showing the world through my eyes – in this case literally. Maybe I should not be apologetic or try to create a ‘normal’ portrait?

I guess being creative is part of who my friend is, who I am, and maybe the readers of this press and viewers of these pics might like to see a photo shot from waist height.

It’s funny how one week I talk about being tall and missing it, the next it’s about being short and accepting it. Gaining a disability is an odd life event. You know two lives – one as non-disabled and one with a disability.

It is also funny the triggers that remind you of how things have changed. Just taking some photographs really surprised me that my view of the world was enough for my friend to comment – not spitefully – that the viewpoint was odd somehow.

Six years into my injury the memories of what things used be like are moulding into the past. I don’t recall what my legs used to feel like, nor many others simple things that go unnoticed in the non-disabled bodies but in some ways I’m not sure I care or maybe I do, hence why I am writing now.

Writing this column is sometimes cathartic and sometimes confusing but I guess that’s the real world we all live in, independent of your viewpoint.