Should It Stay Or Should It Go

I’m suffering from a touch of GAS (Gear Acquisition Syndrome). I’ve had my iMac for over 7 years now and used it almost every day so surely I can’t be seriously chastised for considering an update. In most respects it still works well until that is it comes to processing the image files from the D810 camera where it definitely struggles. Picking my replacement iMac model is easy, if expensive, but then you have to add on the extra costs of making the legacy hardware and software work. Methinks my credit card could be about to take a humongous hit.


Nothing Is Easy

Though time gets you worrying my friend, it’s okay. Just take your life easy and stop all that hurrying, be happy my way.
I wish Jethro, I wish. Things are taking it in turns to piss me off again and I have a habit of turning molehills into mountains. People I know think I’m laid-back but the truth is inside I’m a nervous wreck. Being bone idle doesn’t help. Some of my problems would disappear if I got off my fat arse and did some work. This is where a nagging wife comes in handy with her retirement list of jobs that need completing but alas I have no one to crack the whip.


Under Pressure

Queen, David Bowie. 1982.

We are only a few weeks into the new year and I’m totally stressed out. Paranoia is my middle name with everything pissing me off. No wonder I want to stay in bed all day.
Another set of snaps found during a random dig into my collection. They were shot with a Nikon D200 and 17-55mm f2.8 Nikkor zoom lens, my long time standard set-up. Lighting is the same old boring arrangement I have used for the majority of my indoor shoots. I promise not to be so predictable with the lights for any sessions I manage during 2016. Honest.


Night In The Box

The Who. The Seeker. 1970. I’ve been searchin low and high, I wont get to get what I’m after, till the day I die.

Time to get serious about finding new talent so I’ve posted casting calls on the well known modelling web sites but it’s been like a night in the box, most of the models who have applied don’t come anywhere near fitting the brief, in fact I’ve come to the conclusion that either they can’t read or they are taking the piss! Depressingly the more I look at model portfolios the more I’m realising just out of step I am with what is now considered attractive, it’s all so fake. Where has all the natural beauty gone. C’est la vie.
Another mishmash of an update. The indoor snaps were taken using a Ray Flash Ring attachment and the outdoor stuff was shot on a couple of visits to the rec.