Two contrasting attempts at balancing natural window light and flash. A recent set, which in my humble opinion looks pretty good if you ignore the slight greenish cast caused by the sunlight filtering through the shrubbery, followed by a feeble early effort where the composition is sloppy and the flash is overcooked.
Over the last few weeks I’ve finally got started on trying to find a fresh face or 2 to snap but so far I’ve had no success. I must be honest with you though and admit I’ve not been searching too hard. I’ve lost interest. I don’t know whether to blame the tablets I’m taking or my age but the number of women who are grabbing my attention at the moment can be counted on the toes of one hand. Hobbies are meant to be enjoyable but I’m finding the whole business of photographing young ladies to be as exciting as an afternoon weeding the garden, not that you would catch me doing that, so I’m asking myself why bother. That’s my dilemma. This week I will be working with a model I already know so fingers crossed she might kick-start my photographic engine back into life, that or I could be dyeing my fingers green.
Somethings you have to get your head around when photographing young ladies and one of them is you are not going to get along with all of them. Women are from Venus and men are from Uranus. I find it strange that some models work all around the world with all sorts of photographers and yet are so naive and easily offended. I have a tendency to call tits tits and cunt cunt so when working with a new face I have to tell myself to go softly softly until I find out how the land lies. Here are 2 models who just about put up with my plain talking and were an absolute pleasure to have visit the Chateau de Vaughan. Definitely 2 of my favourites.
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.
That’s January over with and I did absolutely nothing photography wise. I didn’t even pick up a camera although I did manage a couple of snaps with my iPhone. What about February? Well in the past February has been my least productive month so I’m not counting on any green sofa action but surely I’ve got to make it more exciting than this January.