Sunday, 25 December 2011
Saturday, 24 December 2011
Thursday, 13 October 2011
Tonight the Frui Social is on a boat, not a boat that sails up and down the Thames but one firmly anchored. I have packed some sensible shoes for exploring later but on arrival I'm wearing my new hot pink, bejewelled and befeathered and exceedingly skyscraper high shoes - no, I'm not sure why either! It was one of those good idea at the time situations. My first realisation of my epic fail in the shoe department was when I attempted to walk the extremely steep gang plank, so steep I had to be rescued. Fortunately once I'd arrived on relative terra firma, albeit a watery one, I could slip into something less fabulous!
This Social’s theme is surprisingly literal maybe due our not very well lit surroundings. We had to photograph water, wheel, street sign, statue, food, and as a curve ball, dog poo. I can only speculate what goes through Henry’s mind when concocting the night’s challenge. The pavements around here are wide and seemingly very dog free. Finally after spending a disproportionate part of our allotted hour scouring the immaculate pavements for the elusive substance and yes we managed it, and took quite an artistic shot considering but was pipped to the post by some soggy Mars Bar fakery.
However the real verses fake dog poo-gate aside I did score a ten out of ten for my statue picture. Result!
What wasn't such a result was changing back into my not-so-sensible shoes and then realising the tide had gone out and the angle of the boat's gang plank was considerably more perilous than my arrival. Doh!
Saturday, 3 September 2011
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
Don't you just wish that when there's a beautiful sunset you have a more attractive foreground than the roof of the station as you step onto the crowded platform? But I just knew if I risked waiting for the a more picturesque location that I'd be thwarted as the last vestiges of the purpley magenta streaks would disappear tantalisingly out of view.
I tried desperately to snatch a shot through the murky window of a moving bus whilst crossing the bridge (definitely not my best work). This vantage may have been perfect if I was on foot as my miniature tripod is attached to my camera and the bridge balustrade would act as a suitable support for a long exposure but minutes later as I alighted the bus the moment had passed. Night had fallen. Barely a wispy pink trail remained.
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Friday, 19 August 2011
Frui have decided to stir up a little healthy competition on World Photography Day by suggesting we post a favourite photograph on their Facebook page and then try and procure the most ‘likes’. But oh what to pick? I nearly plumped for a much loved artfully shot, Donna Hay-esque bunch of asparagus but wasn’t sure it had the requisite crowd pleasing qualities. Instead I reached for a stunning sunset that I captured ‘sans tripod’ on a railway embankment in Loudun in the Loire Valley after a heavy day shooting (images I hasten to add) in Doué Zoo in October last year. That’s a trip I desperately need to blog about – I have hundreds of photos to select from and so much to write about.
I managed to do quite well with my ‘likes’ for my lone telegraph pole and endless sky but the worthy winner was a beautiful bit of observed reportage of a girl dragging her Barbie on a metal chain – maybe you have got see it to get it! If I can link to the required Facebook page I will.
Happy World Photography Day one and all!
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Wednesday, 20 July 2011
I was reasonably pleased with some of my photos of the rushing couples hunched under their umbrellas shot from the relative shelter of Hungerford Bridge – but as the main theme was Hungerford Bridge the emphasis should have been more on ‘bridge’ and less on ‘puddles’. I’m going through a reflective stage so the puddles are very alluring. But as a Photography Social is all about ‘the team’ selection for each category you may be persuaded that a random shot through the grimy Perspex of the lift going up to the bridge, heavily gouged with graffiti would add a bizarre touch of ‘street’ to our presentation. It didn’t fare well!
And I also concluded that I am most definitely a fair-weathered photographer, hopefully at next month's social the elements will be kinder.
Wednesday, 27 April 2011
My inaugural social had a royal theme and it didn't have an auspicious start. I sat at my round table waiting for my fellow team mates. The first two women sat down awkwardly, introduced themselves briefly and then claiming illness left. And then there was one! Luckily a few more joined and we split into two groups and set forth to interpret such phrases as 'royal wave', 'royal mail', 'royal variety', 'royal blue' and 'royal jelly'.
On returning we pick the best image illustrating each phrase (ensuring all photographers in the team are represented) and then have them scored. The winners receive a nice little prize and the bragging rights especially if you get one of the coveted ten out of tens of the night.
We presented our portfolio on two iPads and though we did reasonably well I think we were marked down on content over style. We concentrated too much on literal interpretation and less on perfect composition which is a big no-no. I think Stephen and my stab at 'royal variety' had a bit of a quirky edge and had the added benefit of us not being accused of shoplifting, despite the supermarket security thinking we were acting suspiciously, but really we could probably do better.
For the subsequent Photography Social we congregated in Brick Lane, Whitechapel and our assignment turned out to be to tell a little Jack the Ripper-esque tale in eight photos using our team as models.
Over a drink we storyboard a few ideas, we aim to show a trio of disorientated tourists being picked off by the hooded assailant one by one who finally tucks into the unfortunate victims. Not a gruesome tale at all!
I have bought some sensible (for me) footwear for our expedition but the consensus is that my less practical killer heels (killer - get it?) will add a little local colour to the first death scene.
We're all rather taken by the vibrant street art of the area so decide to try and incorporate some in our images. Though we weren't able to accommodate Oscar the Grouch in our story.
We had planned that the final images should be shot in a kebab shop preferably involving the light catching a glinting knife hovering close to our victim with the inverted trapezoid of the doner kebab behind the action.
The cunning plan was thwarted by the fact in our diminishing time we couldn't find an attractive doner, they all looked heavily consumed and even though we thought the meat was cut by a knife it's actually a shaver and not aesthetic enough for our needs.
We opt to return the leitmotif of the discarded red stiletto from the first murder, which was tricky to stage without incurring the wrath of the kebab shop owners by placing a shoe on a clean surface so we chose the less controversial stairs.
Before we set forth snapping we tried to come up with a suitable team name (something that potentially earns a vital five points) and first thought of 'Jack the Snapper'. On returning it was decided that we should instead tease the viewer with the caption of the final frame and go for 'tastes like chicken!'. Maybe this was an unwise decision as the team name out of context with images is beyond perplexing. The irony is that the winning team name was Jack the Snapper and our photographs only scored three points less than their winning score. Ah the benefit of hindsight! Perhaps we should have called ourselves 'the one that got away' instead.
As a final point I feel I should qualify the lack of quality of some of my team-mates' photographs on this post. This is a byproduct of uploading raw files onto my iPad for perusing and then manipulating them in BlogPress for your delectation. It seems some really didn't enjoy the experience!
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