I took the camera to the streets of Eastbourne and London last week and found myself continually searching for interesting backgrounds, light and people. It’s been a struggle to pick out a few images from the multitude I’ve taken. Gradually, I felt more comfortable taking photographs of others on the street, yet part of me found it invasive as I hadn’t asked permission from my subjects.
I finally ran a few photography walks in Lewes. The weather was outragously good and those participating took in whatever pointers I offered and got some cracking shots. I’ve added some of the feedback to my photo walks page, a big thumbs up.
Three days in Berlin and just an hour to take some street shots.
Cobbled paths are strewn with glass, endless heat and sirens. Harmless eye contact, interesting people, not a single suit. People my own age, wearing everything and nothing till dawn and then some. Alfresco next to the road the canal the makeshift garden of crates and plantpots. Multi-storey car park party, sitting on the pavement, busker amazing. Dinner at 10 up at 10, markets filled with overflowing wonders, bike basket not big enough. Bird song, drunk song and tram song all night long.
Camera at my side, down by my waist pointing at a subject so interesting. Fingers crossed it goes unnoticed, my lens pointing towards them as I walk on searching for my next photograph.
The sun has come out and blessed the land with fresh leaves, blades of grass and warmth enough to brave the sea. I’ve changed my day job, gained a freelance day and broken my bike. Pidgeons are nesting in the rosehip bush, the lawn has a circle on it from the paddling pool and the words sun-cream and ice-cream seem to be used more frequently.
In the last few weeks, I’ve photographed at Rathfinny, Into the Wild Festival, printed a load of photographs on commission, did an interior shoot for someone in my street and designed some photography walks which I’m really excited about. I even went to Photo London last week and gaped at the 115 galleries filled with photography.
My blog has been left behind in the mayhem and change of season/light, but I’m back on it and plan to keep it updated.
In a week the fields have changed dramatically.
Bold yellow floods the landscape like a vibrant highlighter. The subtle tones on the fields are suddenly overwhelmed.
Here are a few more from my recent outings on the South Downs.
Multicoloured sweet looking hills, fields and sea, cropped into squares and then pieced back together again.
As it’s been a few weeks since my last post, I thought I would post part of a series I am working on involving my local surroundings. Curves and lines galore with minimalistic splashes of detail. These have all been taken within the last two weeks within a 10 mile radius of my house. I plan to work on this series throughout the year, focusing on the ever changing colours in my local area.
Last Friday I had the pleasure of photographing the talented, London based Indie songwriter Nick Shake.
We ventured from the cobbled pretty Pantiles in Tunbridge Wells to the unusual nature haven Eridge Rocks, where overhanging cliffs sit among glorious woodland.
The variety of locations allowed multiple backdrops to shoot against.
Here are a few of my favourites.
Above the clouds, I stand.
The sun carries a little warmth as it hits my face, a talltale sign of spring.
I squint into the distant, recognising my local church towers peeking through the morning's golden fog. Silhouettes of winters naked trees, line the hills, separating rays of light. Hordes of Crows flutter beneath me at the edges of the fields.
It’s still and lovely.
The fields are sodden as rivers run over their suggested boundaries, winds sing through struggling, swaying branches and an upturned plastic plant pot skids along my front patio as though a secretive animal is running undercover.
It’s British February as it should be. Cold and somewhat miserable.
I venture out with the idea of Cuckmere Haven, burst riverbanks and floods galore. Perhaps a smidgen of light in the sky to reflect awesome colours and a flock of migrating birds, murmurating and squawking in unison.
A quick paced hike up to the summit for a decent viewpoint and I’m greeted and bleated at by confident sheep, woolly jumpers on looking rugged in the gales.
The light was far from extraordinary, so I wandered on almost desperate for something remotely exciting.
A jeep was herding a hundred sheep up a steep bank, that was a decent shot and then there was this cluster of buildings, a farmstead with lights glowing warmth and comfort.
It was quite dark, so there is a bit of noise on the photograph, yet I am pleased with how it turned out.
This week has been a real eye pleaser.
Frost after frost, sprinklings of snow, darks and whites coating the downs.
On Wednesday I cycled along the South Downs Way through snow as deep as my fist. The only tracks visible were those of wildlife and the path the wind had forged into turrets and channels.
Contrasting lines and exciting compositions were in abundance.
It was a blessing to see two foxes run across my path and I did capture them in a similar photo to the one below, yet I found this one to be the most visually unusual.
Hope you like it.
So after the week of glorious frost and bitter cold. I was a bit dissapointed that on my Photography Friday I awoke to drizzle. A cloud of blah bothering the landscape.
I’ve been anxious to get another photograph up on my blog for a while now and didn’t want to dissapoint.
On my way toward Glynde there was this vibrant patch of trees shrouded by thick mist. I slid down a cloggy turnip field to a cluster of sheep beneath the cloud and trees hoping that the shot together would work.
Turns out the sheep were too much.
This is the outcome.
Rye’s ancient cobbled streets are riddled with tales of theft, murder, and mystery. It was once beside the sea, until the sea packed its bags and moved off as far as the eyes can see, this attractive town perched on a hill oozes Medieval, Georgian and Tudor splendor.
The Mermaid Inn on Mermaid Street is almost as old as the town itself. Enchanting endless corridors take you on a journey through history, where countless encounters and events have taken place. A place for smugglers, the famous, and those enticed by old English architecture.
Fires blaze in multiple hearths surrounded by intricate stonework, impressive artwork, and higgledy-piggledy beams hold the building together.
To photograph the 31 bedrooms, several lounges, restaurant, pub, and additional spaces was a great pleasure and a real challenge. Each room is lit differently, shaped differently and has different key features. It’s so grand and awkward at the same time. I spent half my time ducking beams and photographing from inside cupboards for more space.
Here are a few from the shoot so far. Plenty more editing to do.
Happy New Year you beautiful people, 2019 has arrived
I’ve big plans this year to start living off of my photography income and reach out to more people than ever. I’ve already changed my work pattern to steadily increase the number of days a week I work as a freelance photographer and from today I’ll have each Friday to focus solely on photography.
I’ll keep you updated each week about current projects and commissions and will of course continue to include some of my nature photographs from my free time.
Next Thursday and Friday I shall be photographing one of Rye’s most impressive historical buildings “The Mermaid Inn”. Here is an old photo of mine from the street it is based on as well as the sign in front of the building.
Friday morning the air was crisp and a thin frost blanketed the earth. Clouds dominated the sky, frustrating my desire for a perfect reflective sunrise at Arlington Reservior.
My boots crunch on the crispy earth as I wander around this artificial lake looking for a composition. Small clusters of birds sit out on the water and the occasional grebe pops up from nowhere.
My hope is for a burst of light, a murmuration or flock of birds, a strong point of focus to make the obvious reflection more interesting.
This man made structure juts out of the peaceful surroundings looking like a disastrous birdhide complete with barbed wire and warnings. I snuck beneath for an unusual composition that reminds me of the War of the Worlds fighting machines, “Boilers on stilts.”
From Alfiston to the proud chalk horse, my focus is on the water surrounding me and the visiting birds. Geese spread wings in standing water and the hawthorn berries glow like Christmas decorations.
I sneak through shallow pools and straddle a flooded stream to compose what I imagine is my photo of the day. The colours on the hill are perfect and the sky is far from boring with moody heavy clouds and glimmers of sun.
As I return I stop and stare at this singular tree, all bones and all alone. It grabs my focus and draws me in. It’s so different from the scene behind me, less cluttered, less obvious and more unique.
This became my favourite image from my mornings outing.Read More
Hidden in the depths of Friston Forest is an army of beech soldiers. Often as far as the eye can see these straight trees stand tall and are spectacular year round.
I’d been aiming to get these trees surrounded in thick autumn mist, an almost haunted photograph filled with atmosphere. On this occasion the mist fell short, yet the visit was pleasant as always.
There were odd patches of colour among rows and rows or beech trees and I was determined to find a tree in leaf that was central and stood out.
So after such a very long time, I think my blog aught to come and have a say again. For the past two months and from now onwards I shall have a couple of days a month to focus on my photography and get freelancing again. The aim is to post at least once a week, hopefully each Friday.
I took this image from the top of Beachy Head two weeks ago and thought it as blog worthy.
I’ll upload one from today in a mo.
Underneath the promenade of Hastings and St. Leonards are countless areas of shelter. Some of which are home to regular visits from eccentric and interesting individuals. I wanted to use the repetition and contrast to draw the viewers eye to the small area of the subjects hand with cigarette.
Margate in Kent has one of England’s lowest unemployment rates and beneath the surface of the sunny, sandy beach and pretty old quarter it doesn’t take much to see the hardship. On the other side of these broken windows, is an attractive Victorian Shelter on the seafront where several homeless people were wrapped in blankets, trying to keep themselves warm. I wanted to capture the essence of the town in an image, a mixture of struggle and natural beauty. I have changed the photograph to black and white and brought out the contrast to emphasise the cracks in the windows.
I'm aware that my last image was in a similar style, however I have been contemplating the idea of not showing the whole of an image. I have been deciding for a while how to crop this picture of two people a bike and stairs in Brighton and felt that this creates a certain element of added curiousity, with the lines and mood.