Saturday, August 24, 2024

Alienation

I've photographed a fair few events and weddings this year.  I've noticed that my nature photography - my first love - has been somewhat lacking in recent months.  There are a number of reasons for this; taking a break from the screen and digital photography, but mainly, my personal need to try new things and experiment.  Still, inspiration didn't come calling and a project didn't spring to mind.  

A few days ago, I was checking emails and noticed a pen on the desk with a topper from a long, long time ago and a galaxy far, far away.  Well, not quite Star Wars, but a little alien featured in the 70s/80s instant potato mash adverts.  This pen topper has survived Gareth's school days and stayed with us all of this time.  I decided he might make a compliant companion for a fun and quirky photo project.  I immediately set about seeking out alien looking environments - all within the boundary of our property.  

So, without further ado, meet Zebe.  Here he is, chilling in his garden.




Topping up the blue...even aliens sunbathe.


Eek!  He spotted me!  Fear not, he's friendly.  No probing took place.


In reflective mood.

I thought he might be mercurial, but I couldn't have been more wrong.  We've become firm friends.



As you might imagine, Zebe is well travelled.  He's a frequent visitor to Earth's satellite...


...and Mars, his home.  


But after all of those air miles, he's earned a rest.


Even though he can use his antennae to pick up any music he likes, Zebe still appreciates a retro radio listening session.  Here he is enjoying Fontaines DC on FM.


He also joined me on a trip to Ashwood Nurseries...driving his beat up but forever reliable old earthly vehicle, the VW Golf...



...and enjoyed the familiarity some of the more exotic looking plants offered him.




Peekaboo!  He's started to get the hang of this modelling lark.


Fancy seeing you here!



Hitching a ride on a giant ladybird.


Yellow is definitely his colour!


Zebe felt very at home here.


Not so comfortable.  Even aliens get probed from time to time.


After a busy day, Zebe returned home as it was techno night at his local nightclub.   I'll let you into a secret.  Aliens don't sleep.


Have I lost my mind?  You decide.



Thursday, August 15, 2024

Learning, Laughter and a Spa Day; The Best Medicine!

 After a busy period of weddings and photo shoots, it was nice to return to my first love - nature.

When the rain finally stopped, I grabbed my camera and we headed to one of our favourite walking destinations, Kinver Edge.  We are spoilt for choice when it comes to this diverse area of National Trust managed land.  On the day in question, we took a less well trodden path, passing through woodland, wildflower meadows and a biodynamic farm.  

There will always be those who demonise photo editing, but I always argue that it's an important part of the process.  Technically, cropping an image constitutes editing but no one would complain about that if the alternative was a stray foot or bystander's head.  I believe that we all see things differently and editing can be used to enhance a mood and better convey to the viewer the feeling that scene evoked in the mind of the photographer.  There are also times when a raw and honest portrait is the preferred option.  Each to their own.

So, without further ado, here are some photos from that day.  For these images, I wanted a slightly yellowed film photo aesthetic which I created using my own textures.

Rowan berries...said to ward off witchcraft and enchantment.  Why the negativity?


Mullein.



Chicken!  (Leghorn?)


Well hello!

Chicory.



Something's afoot...


Spotted!


Like cats, cattle are curious creatures.


Buddleia. 


Barley and Mr Blue Sky.


Given that I seem to be constantly inspired by film photography, I thought it was about time I properly dipped my toe into it again.  Gareth recently picked up a boxed Kodak Ektar camera in a charity shop for a fiver and so it accompanied me on a day trip to the beautiful city of Bath.  

The Kodak is a small, retro looking, fixed focus plastic camera with an optical acrylic lens.  

It's a half frame camera, meaning that the developed photos would effectively feature two photos on one.  I therefore carefully considered my photos when taking them, considering which subjects and scenes would work together pleasingly.  In the event, my elected film processor, DS Colour Labs, used a purpose built half frame scanner to develop the film and so each photo was separated.

Bath was built for pleasure and relaxation and has been a wellbeing destination since Roman times.  The ancient Roman Baths attract tourists from all over the world, but it has so much more to offer, from independent shops to a remarkable collection of museums, galleries, year round festivals, theatre, music, eateries and watering holes, all nestled within the stunning Somerset countryside.






The photo results were interesting.  For such a small, inexpensive camera, I was expecting the signature grain, but really loved the depth of field offered by the fixed f/9.5 aperture and the gorgeous golden stone architecture of Bath really worked well in partnership with this camera.  






It also happened to be graduation day...




...and I was quite happy with the slightly abstract nature of this shot, taken as I stalked this graduate - in his cap and gown - through the crowds.


Naturally there were errors.  Shooting with film obviously comes with some limitations.  Even though there was an extra unwanted photo bomber to the right of this photo, I didn't want to waste another shot on this scene, so he stayed.



It also wasn't great in low light (100 ISO), as evidenced by this indoor market photo taken at a vintage brooch stand (apologies Ann!)



Still, I like a challenge and already have another roll of film ready to pop in.  Plus, I was glad I used my first roll on this memorable, but curtailed sun-soaked visit, because we'll be spending a fair bit of time here in the next few years, as our son embarks on a new chapter of student life:  The Uni Years.  

After a year out, he's had time to reflect on his deferred place on a course at Aberystwyth University and decided that it wasn't for him.  Instead, he's chosen to answer a more creative calling and has secured a place at Bath Spa, a university known for its creative courses.  The decision to apply to study in Bath was cemented on this bus trip back to our car.



This was a huge relief to us all.  After a stressful period of uncertainty, it's good to feel that the path ahead has suddenly come into sharp focus.  

And so, we felt we deserved a comedy night at local comedy circuit fixture, Katie Fitzgerald's, just down the road in Stourbridge. We popped along to see comedian Mark Simmons honing and perfecting his act in readiness for the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.  

Located in "Katie's Secret Garden" we had a delightful Sunday evening.  Katie Fitzgerald's is a music and comedy venue and easily identified by the wall art on the side of the building.



Photos weren't permitted inside, which I hadn't planned on in any event, as the magical courtyard garden was worth capturing.  It reminded us of Edinburgh Fringe's quirky venues (we were regulars back in the day) and helped ease the pain of missing out on the real thing.










Mark Simmons is a master of the one liner and we had a blast.  We benefited from his act in a pretty unique way, in that he had a clipboard in hand throughout and would occasionally ask the audience for input: e.g. "Does this one work better?" or  "Ah, from your reaction, I can see that one needs more work.  I might drop that one." 



Hailing from Folkestone, Mark was blown away by his experience of the Black Country and our unique dialect, which he was at pains to understand, but eventually admitted defeat.  At one point, he jokingly accused the audience of collectively conspiring against him, as he struggled to get a handle on the simple fact that "Arr" means "Yes" in these parts.  Asking for other examples, an audience member talked him through a snippet of conversation overheard at her place of work: "You'd know if I had a cob on cock." It really isn't obscene.  Roughly translated, it means "You would know if I was in a bad mood, my dear."   Mutual fascination.  Like music, comedy is so unifying.  I wish every Sunday night could be like this.




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