In the 1960s there was an expanding network of amateur marine photographers, and lasting friendships developed between us, as we exchanged spare negatives and slides with our new-found friends. The world’s ports were full of conventional ships, as the container revolution was still some way off, and port entry for photography was a reality for most of us, by way of employment or dock pass.
Often cold and sometimes miserable, we waited on beaches and headlands for some special, or not so special, ship, scheduled for that day, which was usually running late. Most of our photos were taken close to home, as affordable international travelas Genoa, Piraeus, Istanbul and the Suez Canal. For those of us living in Australasia, the changes in global tourism made visits to Asian ports a reality.
