Chronicles of Mark Johnson,book 1

This is the story of an ex-celebrity photographer, who leaves the high life to return to photographing real people at work. Along the way, he comes across an unsolved murder, and a beautiful spirit. As the story develops, we find Mark not only fighting demonic entities, but his own demons.

THE WIND IN YOUR FACE

The man sitting on the clifftop at the edge of his garden, taking photographs of birds as they swooped and dived, looked calm and in his element. Until the phone rang. The phone call brought him back inside the house, which was not a good start for Mark Johnson who begrudged spending time indoors. After many years working in laboratories and studios trying to make a name for himself, he longed for the air.

“Hello, Phil.”

“Mark! When are you going to do some high-profile work again? This damn phone is ringing off the hook for you ?”
Further introduction was not needed. Phil Moore, a longtime friend, was the only person who had the reclusive Mark’s phone number.

“Well, you know my philosophy, Phil, so you can feed them whatever BS you want. I do not do celebrity shoots, models, or work for tabloids. When I do a shoot it has to be for real. Not because someone needs to be in the limelight for a while! When I get a real shoot I will come back from obscurity - then and only then, Phil!”

“I just don’t get you, man! Top of the class in photojournalism; agents calling me for you to shoot their people. You could be out there with the lights on you, making so much more of your talents than selling the odd article here and there.”

“You hit the nail on the head when you said photojournalism. I do picture stories, not pretties for the glams and tabloids. That part of my work is what drove me here if you remember. I found it soul-destroying and sickeningly shallow.”

“That is as maybe, but it's the best paid work, and you are the best. They all want you mate.”