I see advertisements quite frequently for property photographer/floorplanners and wonder why there is always a requirement. How difficult is it to take optimal pictures of somebody’s home? Are the beds made? Are the cupboards closed? Is the floor clear? Have you made sure not to get your reflection in the mirror?…These pics were taken as my sister is selling up. She asked me to take the photos as some of the photography she’d seen online seemed rather hit and miss. Then I looked at my local agents photos and realised that not all of them know how to take a light clear photo at all….
Bodnant is based in North Wales and has to be one of the most stunning gardens in the UK, thanks to its varied topography and mild climate. A visit here is highly recommended particularly in late spring early summer. You can lose yourself in its many acres for hours, and still not see it all.
There are some people who reckon the only place to live is London and invariably trot out that overused Samuel Johnson quote to back up their argument. Given the economics of living in today’s London I’m not convinced about that one, and it’s only when I visit other places that I realise that the quality of life is also very significantly better elsewhere. The other day I was prowling round Bordeaux late in the evening, like you do, after work with my camera getting some night views of the city. From a safety perspective this could be questionable but I could feel the friendly vibe of this city and felt pretty safe there. This led to this all night traipse around the banks of the river between the bridges with my camera and tripod. During the evening I talked to a number of young guys at different times, all interested in the photo-taking. In this instance, I was just concentrating on a street shot using the ambient light when I was approached by this friendly chap who stopped to chat. Then in a second he posed and I clicked. It just happened – and this is him. Bordeaux is a pretty city well worth a few days of your time – with friendly locals, and very drinkable wine. So what are you waiting for?
I took this photo on 35mm thirteen years ago and have only just come across it. I was obsessing with the scratches- the small detail on the train window – and the grime on a bleak day, and although photographed on colour film, it is almost monochromatic.
Professionally I use a large Canon with various lenses. However while trotting around I have started carrying my old 4mp Olympus. It’s light and enables me to grab photos quickly, in a way that my big camera obtrusively wouldn’t.
A break from my normal posting here with good reason. A friend of mine was visiting London and suggested we visit the 50 years of London architecture exhibition at the University of Westminster. I went, and to be perfectly frank I thought I’d be there no more than a couple of hours at most. How wrong I was. In fact three of us met and we were there all day. This amazing exhibition should be visited with friends, preferably those who have strong opinions on contemporary architecture.
This expansive exhibition, set within the cavernous basement at the University starts out with the brutalism of the sixties and works up to the present day. The photographs are large and in many cases beautifully shot. Yes, there are buildings included that I don’t believe warrant inclusion- but we all had differing opinions on these. This is no sniffy gallery with attendants staring at you impassively or asking you to be quiet; this exhibition demands debate and for the first time in ages I left a gallery space having felt I had just witnessed something very worthwhile. If you have a chance go and see it, – it’s on for another week.
50 years of London Architecture, University of Westminster, Marylebone Road- opposite Baker Street tube station.
As a photographer I have been stopped by security men who think they have the right to stop people taking photographs in public spaces. As they represent the people who own the buildings they believe they have the right to own the landscape. They don’t, and as this excellent video shows, when the police are called the security men’s argument is nullified.
On June 21, 2011, non-profit organization Shoot Experience sent out six photographers to various parts of London to see the current state of photographers’ rights.
Some used tripods, some went hand held, one set up a 5 x 4.
All were instructed to keep to public land and photograph the area as they would on a normal day. The event aimed to test the policing of public and private space by private security firms and their reaction to photographers.
The result? Every one of the photographers was confronted at least once, and in three cases the police were called.
The bluebells come out at a magic time of year- within a few days of flowering the woodland canopy has emerged from its winter hibernation and the light filters through the lime green glade on to the endless blue carpet. It really is bliss.
Crawling round on all fours on a village green on a busy (and sunny) Saturday morning in February is the kind of activity that will get you noticed. However Willaston is a very English village, and very charming with it and in that truly English way everyone who saw me shabbing round in the dew getting wet and muddy clocked it and said absolutely nothing. I wish I had more time to appreciate the living world around me.