It’s been a week of hard thinking. Should I hang up my camera and retire from the (anti) glamour scene. In recent times I have struggled to find suitable talent and that with the coronavirus pandemic almost certainly wiping out any possible shoots for this year it seems a good time to call it a day. Would I turn away a beautiful young lady if she landed on my doorstep? Probably not, but that’s unlikely to happen nowadays.
To keep my hand in I’ve been running a few test setups on my Nikon D810. I’ve discovered how little I know about this camera and had to refer to the manual and watch a couple of YouTube videos. No surprise I suppose if you only use your camera for one subject with the same boring lighting setup.
I’ve set myself a target of sorting 100 “analogue” photos a day. If I stick to the schedule I could finish the cull within a year or two. As expected, I’ve come across shots of people and places I have little recollection of. Also, photos I remembered as being quite good now look mediocre. Conversely, shots that I had never given a second glance to now don’t look that bad. How time fades the memory.