Once when we were children, not long after we moved to the states we saw a makeup commercial on TV that centred upon two blonde women in white dresses finding their way through a sun-drenched field of flowers as the camera circled around them.

The image of that single ephemeral moment — warm amber sheaves, light and flare, bright rim lighting on golden waves, white gossamer whips billowing on the wind — stayed with us for years.

It coloured this strange, nostalgic vision of an American childhood whiled away between slices of cascading sunsets and was recast in our minds as a memory of something that never actually happened and that we never actually lived.

This is one of the things that drives us to take photos — a desire to capture moments of a time and a place we never knew, and glimpse into a world slightly better than our own.