Showing posts with label creative photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creative photography. Show all posts

Saturday, January 11, 2025

A Frosted Fishy Tale

Well the big freeze continues.  Winter 2025 has been pretty forthcoming when it comes to evocative, atmospheric weather conditions.  After the mists of Christmas, we're now shivering in sub zero temperatures with an apparent permafrost!

I've been adding more layers when venturing with old and new technology working in harmony to keep me toasty - a vintage sheepskin coat layered over one of those slug-like long line padded zip up gillets.  If my core is warm, then my fingers stand a change against the elements.  Obviously gloves are a little pointless when I'm carrying a camera and the fingerless ones don't really cut it.

I captured yesterday's frost and got a little creative with the photos (one example below).  I'm finding winter increasingly inspiring and decided to place an order for a print of each photo in a gorgeous lustre finish as I have some spare frames knocking around. 


Today's walk was short and sweet and I'm totally guilt free about it!  I've hibernated all afternoon, thankful that I have nowhere I need to be.  

Here's the morning sun poking through the clouds above the hedge.


It was an effort to wean myself off black and white for frosty photos...but I managed it.

Check out these brush strokes in the sky.


A load of hot air!


Out onto the fringes, the fields were awash with that tell tale frosted sage green watercolour.



I love a sun spot!


Finally, I couldn't resist a return to black and white.  That's Wordsley Church in the distance where my parents and numerous friends and relatives exchanged their vows - and where I was christened.  


Now.  Here's a challenge for you...our latest bargain acquisition which is now sitting on the other side of the fireplace, staring back at the gurgle jug.



It's very heavy and hand blown amber glass.  I've investigated and am aware that numerous glass manufacturers have produced fish glass vases, including Blenko, Sowerby, Libbey, Bagley and the Murino, but I can't find anything resembling this one.  I found its twin online, described as 1970s, but sadly sold some time ago, so I have no further clues.  Anyone?

I met up with Clare, my most recent client, to hand over her photos stored on a keepsake memory stick) in person and we had a catch up over wine and coffee.  Clare handed me the most thoughtful Thank You note, tied up with a ribbon of excess material from her dress.  


I'll be sharing more from Clare's wedding day in my next purpose built post.  

In the meantime, my Polaroid obsession continues and there are certain Birthday celebrations to be had! See you soon!



Thursday, October 17, 2024

This Woman's Work

Maybe it's living on the fringes or in the shade of woodland for much of my life that makes me so drawn to it.  It's always a source of inspiration.  It's grounding; carrying with it the soothing sounds of rustling leaves, hooting owls, chattering squirrels - and has its own very particular smell.  I'd know it blindfolded.



If there were any doubt that we're now firmly in Autumn, our woodland garden has transformed into a haven for those otherwordly beings - fungi.  Here's an oak leaf nestling inside one.



The fairies were nowhere to be found, but I will persevere.



Look at these appropriately spooky beasts, otherwise known as Wrinkled Club Fungus, often found in scattered groups among mossy woodland footpaths - or at the top of our garden.  They take on distinctly ghostly forms.



Talking of strange things, my humble little 2022 woodland photoshoot inspired by all things 1980s and the TV show Stranger Things, got published in a magazine this week.  It's online and in print which is very exciting! 



Seeing my work in print has made my week.  It's always lovely to receive any kind of publicity, but there's really no substitute for leafing through the pages of a magazine.  I do often miss life before the internet and really appreciate the time, dedication and cost of getting a magazine off the ground in our online culture.






It received quite the spread and even featured our 70s V8 Rover P6.

Rewinding to earlier this summer, I ventured to Kinver Edge with Ania, a model friend I've collaborated with on a couple of occasions.  For some reason, this shoot didn't make it into my blog.  So I'll remedy that now by sharing a few of my favourites.  

I wanted to an ethereal vibe, so we opted for natural make up, undone hair and a ruffled white dress to give movement and pop against the green and earthy landscape colours.



We were hoping for shafts of sunlight, but in the event, whilst the day was exceptionally hot, the white blanket clouds stubbornly refused to part company.  I got a little bit experimental with this shot and created my own sun spots in the edit.




The Petal Bar, a gorgeous florist in the market town of Bridgnorth in Shropshire, created a flower crown from eucalyptus and other green foliage.  The eucalyptus aroma filled the air in our home for weeks afterwards.



Despite our early morning visit, we still managed to bump into someone I know, walking her dog.  Typical!  We chatted briefly whilst Ania was touching up her make-up, although she surprisingly didn't bat an eyelid at our activities.  I either give off crazy lady vibes or woodland nymph photo shoots are ten a penny!

With time on our side, I tried out an old photographer's trick of placing crinkled cellophane over the lens.  The jury's out on this one.




We also played around with props; Ania living out her princess fantasy.  For some reason, I felt this image looked better desaturated.



The Rowan trees were plentiful and covered in berries.  For this one, I used a gold reflector, which gave Ania extra glow.




Blair Witch vibes.



Time to hit the forest floor!  




I liked the leaf debris stuck to Ania's arm.  We decided to leave it... communing with nature.


The crown reappeared.




There may have been some leaf throwing.




Finally, a moment of calm and some forest bathing.




But let's not forget, Halloween is almost upon us.  I've been cramming in nightly episodes of the podcast Uncanny (truly spine tingling).  

It's my favourite time of year and I usually create some kind of self portrait to mark the occasion.  Has it really been two years since the Pumpkin Bride?  The late 1960s vintage dress purchased by its original owner for a garden party and never worn was sold to me for a song and definitely deserved to be seen.



So what will this Halloween deliver?  Suggestions on a postcard please.





Saturday, October 28, 2023

Love in Ruins

 In the midst of fitful dreams, mysterious voices summoned me to the Priory ruins of Dudley.  They were persistent...I felt compelled to obey their ghostly calling.

By the time I reached the Priory, it was daylight, but ominous clouds and an eerie silence - save for the low moaning wind caressing ancient stones - made me feel somewhat out of step with time.  Should there be any question that the barrier between the spirit world and ours was weakening, just around a darkened corner, the sight of a windswept harpist upon her lofty perch, removed all doubt.


Ms Lewis-Freeman was watchful, beneath her blackened veil, in mourning for her lost love, but answering a time transcending calling from him.


She felt his presence on the wind.


Noa, the harpist, too, sensed time and tide shifting; something was about to unfold.




Some kind of energy crackled, like electricity, on the breeze.



Ms Lewis-Freeman began to walk through the ruins, where several lifetimes before, she had confided her love for the elusive Mr Moore.  She searched high...


....and low.


Noa, initially fearful of the strange forces that had conspired to bring her here, hid her own face behind a veil.




Whist Miss Lewis-Freeman and Noa joined forces to find the former's lost love...I encountered a pale stranger, seated on the old garden bench.  I walked alone, back towards the ruins.  I swear the stranger had remained seated...


...but suddenly, he was there in front of me again.  I confess I was startled.  But then, a momentary distraction - the calling of a crow - and I found myself alone once more.


At once, the music started...mesmerising, like a siren's call.


Could it be?  

Could it really be?






Together at last...



...they fed off each other...both for sustenance and in an ungodly act of vampiric intimacy.




They roamed and reminisced like the old acquaintances they were...  



...entertained and bewitched by Noa's playing.




Immortality requires endless patience.  Noa observed from a distance.  She now had a better understanding of her otherworldliness and the complicated feelings created by eons of solitude.  She had found her kind.  The undead.




And so the music played on...and nothing else mattered.




                                                                                                        THE END


And back to reality!  These photos are the result of a Steampunk elopement shoot I had originally planned for a late September Sunday at a different location.  Forced to postpone due to the abysmal weather forecast, those of us located closest to each other, namely Sonia, the make-up arist, (Sensual Passions), Noa Harpist and Tracey and Kevin, major players on the Steampunk scene (and all round good eggs), were keen to risk it.  We hurriedly hatched our plan B, a Spooky Season photo shoot amongst the atmospheric Priory ruins in Dudley.  

In spite of the deliberately dour expressions, we all had a blast and attracted a fair bit of attention on the day.  Numerous people stopped us to ask us about the shoot or requesting photos.

The hours passed quickly and the whole team brought their A game.  It's not every day you get to hang out with Dracula and his missus to the heavenly sound of harp music.  

Because my skills don't stretch to fading out a soundtrack and overlaying an alternative audio track, I'm sharing a clip here of Noa playing the Metallica classic.  Isn't she great?

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Thanks to all involved for making a miserable Sunday so memorable!  



A Fond Farewell

We've all heard of the proverbial "pain in the neck."  Well, for the longest time, I've been waking up with a cricked neck...