Skeggy

Well I finally got off my fat arse and had an adventure. When I say got off my arse I mean I sat on several trains for over 8 hours taking a day return to Skegness. My mission was to see the sea, tricky thing at Skeggy, it involves what seems to be a 1/2 mile hike over heavy wet sand to reach the shore line. Beautiful, I can stare at the sea for hours, well under an hour on this occasion because I wanted to get home at a reasonable time. The town was busy, so busy I had to use my elbows to fight my way down the high street, but on reaching the beach it was deserted except for me and a couple of others. Okay the weather was a touch blowy, or should that be bracing, but that’s no excuse for not wanting to enjoy the views of the Lincs Offshore Wind Farm and the muddy coloured North Sea. Rob chastised me for airing my opinions on Brighton so I won’t say anything against Skegness. Fuck it! I’ve never seen so many ugly people gathered in one place!

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As Dull As Ditchwater

The older you get the more boring you become. Is that true? Well I’m definitely one of the front runners in the race to dig the deepest rut in Rugby. This year I’ve done naught exciting. It’s true that for most of my life I’ve avoided excitement but this year has been exceptionally dull. I could jolt myself into action for the back end of the year but I’ve got no money now, I’ve given it away to a good cause, well that’s what she told me she was. C’est la vie.

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Failure Breeds Success

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.

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Get Your Motor Runnin’

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.

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Don’t Thread On The Flowers

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.

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