Hi there readers, it’s another post from your friendly neighbourhood photo blogger. Cutting to the chase, I need to apologise because this is an old photo; not that old you understand (it’s from June of last year) but old in terms of how far I’ve come. I really agonised about what to blog about today; writing this blog is undoubtedly one of the hardest things I’ve done because I thought I might paint myself into a corner. I mean there is only so much you can write about photography and photographs isn’t there? Which is my my posts tend to ramble and go off topic slightly.
Until yesterday, I thought that my ramblings did not reach beyond friends on Facebook, family members and the odd poor soul that wandered in unannounced from Google but I have been proved happily wrong. Last night I met up with some very kind people from Didsbury-based WeAreLifeUK who had read this blog after a friend of mine retweeted one of my posts on Twitter (Diana aka @uncouthamerican, I owe you a drink, as well as that print that you have asked for). It was strange to meet people I don’t know that a) not only read this blog, but b) actually enjoy reading it, like my photos and, furthermore, would like me to maybe do some photography work with them – starting with a mini exhibition in their Didsbury office. This has really blown me away. Of course I give thanks to all those very good friends, you know who you are, that have said positive things about my photos and supported me through the crippling self doubt that has occasionally surfaced. Who knows what will come of this meeting but it feels like a step in the right direction.
So, in other words, I might soon have some other things to waffle on about. In other news I have also been asked to photograph a friend’s sister’s wedding which is taking place in Devon in June. Thankfully, they have hired a professional wedding photographer to get all the family shots, etc so I have a roaming brief to capture the other things that are going on. Which sort of leads me to this photo… The wedding idea was first mentioned last November but as I hadn’t heard anything I thought the bride had quite rightly thought ‘no I don’t want some amateur idiot ruining my big day’. But again I was wrong. Over Xmas my friend showed her sister some of my Glastonbury images on Flickr and they convinced her that maybe I could do it. I’m already looking forward to it as it means that I will be able to practice my portraiture in an arena where people are expecting to have their picture taken; also it will let me be creative without having to shoulder the huge responsibility of being the official wedding photographer.
So this is a Glastonbury photo. And why this one? I think because it’s intimate (this was a tiny stall selling candle-powered steam boats), it’s colourful and it’s not your typical Glastonbury photo. Hopefully I can bring the same intimacy to any new projects that arise this year.
Of late I seem to have concentrated of late on wide open spaces, landscapes, etc and a lot of this is due to the hours that I have spent playing with my wide angle lens. This photo serves as a reminder that I can do small and intimate, that I can do depth of field and that I have other lenses in my camera bag that I should use more often.
Finally, I need to take more photographs. Always difficult with family commitments and even more so this weekend (son’s 9th birthday party and dad’s 70th). Also, the weekends are taken up with swimming lessons, rock school and other extra-curricular activities the likes of which just didn’t exist when I was a kid. In these modern times when your children can’t disappear outside for the whole day (as I did growing up in the 70s) most interaction with their peers comes from other, organised activities. I suppose I’m jealous really. My son is growing up learning how to play the guitar and the drums, my daughter is learning jazz and tap dance. But then again I had long, hot summers, bike rides for miles, jumpers for goalposts, scrumping for apples, throwing stones at greenhouses and setting fire to the railway embankment. See, I’ve wandered off again…