To be a good photographer you only need to follow two rules. Stand in the right place, and take the photograph at the right time. The best piece of equipment to buy? A good pair of shoes. Excellent advice from 60’s photographer David Hurd.
With nothing better to occupy my mind I’ve been customising the controls on my Nikon D810. Having owned the camera for nearly 5 years you could say it’s a bit late. There are only a few settings I regularly change but assigning them to buttons on the camera negates the need to go into the menus and does indeed speed things up. Rarely shooting anymore the only problem I foresee is remembering which functions I’ve moved and to where.
Sticking to my resolution of ordered filing cabinet dipping for updates we find these two young ladies. To my knowledge the first model didn’t work with duffers like me so it came as a surprise when she accepted my offer. We got along okay, well I don’t think I upset her, and I got some nice snaps. The second model was one of my favourites and she visited the Chateau de Vaughan several times. Beautiful and a pleasure to photograph but I did have to tell her off now and again for her fashion model scowl.
Well I’ve only got myself to blame. I spent a large proportion of the year in bed, not because I was ill but because I was too fucking lazy to get up. Seeking out models I wanted to work with was demoralising. In the end only 3 turned up at the Chateau de Vaughan. Next year I need to get off my fat arse and try harder but I’m finding myself more drawn to landscape photography than the fruitless search for tattoo free beauties. C’est la vie. My New Year’s resolution so to bring some order to the image content of the website updates. It will be interesting to see how long that lasts. Oh I nearly forgot, Happy New Year everyone.
On Tuesday I decided it was about time I blew away my winter cobwebs and headed out of Rugby for a bit of culture at the Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery. I enjoy looking at the odd painting but most of the collection there failed to inspire me. Just not my cup of tea I’m afraid. The Staffordshire Hoard, housed at the museum, is a different kettle of fish though. With the tools available around 1400 years ago how the hell did they make some of that stuff. When I got home I was knackered. I checked my iPhone and found I had walked over 7 miles! My next trip out will involve less walking and more looking at the scenery from a train methinks.