Finally. Some down time to myself. I choose milk, a toffee doughnut, and a read at issue 2 of Lagom, which I haven’t had a chance to flick through yet. I like the photography in this magazine.
A common excuse amongst hobbyist photographers is lacking leisurely time to pick up their camera. Personally, I think photography can be as accessible as you make it. For example, this brief shoot took no longer than 30 minutes. It isn’t a model from a professional agency—merely a friend who needed some photos of his face.
My point is, it doesn’t have to be difficult to get shots like this. Grab a friend, grab your camera, clock out for a half hour and take some solid shots.
By the way, I’ve just launched my first email course designed to get new photographers into the habit of picking up their camera more. If the idea of shooting regularly and transitioning away from Auto interests you, check out my course.
I shot this at ƒ20 with a 30 second exposure. How did I do such a thing in broad daylight? Because I got a ND filter from Wex Photographic! I’m late to the filter game. I actually have quite a minimal set-up with my equipment (well, I think I do), so I tend to refrain from adding accessories to my camera bag, but it’s fun to do something different. I don’t often shoot landscapes, but I’ll be trying more of them now I have this filter. I’ve even attempted some 5 minute exposures at night, although those didn’t turn out so well… Practice!
Now here’s a girl I don’t see much of anymore. I probably write that too frequently on my blog. Laura also takes photos, so I roped her into helping me set up a shot for my upcoming email course. Laura may not be overly confident with the technical aspect of photography, but she has a creative mind and enjoys composites. You can see <a href=”https://www.flickr.com/photos/lauramute”>Laura’s photos on Flickr</a>.
I finally made it to Paris, taking my mother and sister along with me. The crepes were tasty. The Eiffel Tower was impactful. The men are handsome, but they smoke. We walked 8-10 miles every day. I got to use Uber for the first time. People taking selfies at the Eiffel Tower made me laugh. I saw the hotel my dad took my mum to when she was 21. Jack Russells are popular in Paris. I’d like to go back.
The light wasn’t right. It was overcast and dusk was falling, but I wanted to see that famous view—the Eiffel Tower. As much as the Eiffel Tower took my breath away from up close, I didn’t fancy the long queues that meander around the landmark. Montparnasse had no queue and you get to see the Eiffel Tower. Win.
I took a break from working on my photography workshop to check out The Steamie, a new coffee shop in Finnieston. Oh man, I love living in Finnieston. New places pop up all the time. It’s really come along since The Hydro was built.
Anyway, The Steamie reminded me of Artisan Roast in Edinburgh. It’s a welcome addition to Argyle Street—a judgement I’m basing on my piccolo and caramel shortbread. Delicious!
P.S. Due to receiving a number of messages on Flickr about buying licenses for my photos to use (mostly web designers), from now on—when I upload a photo to Flickr—you can buy a license to use it in your work.
John Rush and I went to music college together in a past life. In exchange for hot chocolate, I photographed him and his sore thumb in Citizen M. He hates having his photo taken, so I had someone distract him with conversation while I ninja snapped.
Unlike me, John is still making music and playing in Glasgow.
Whenever Brittany asks if I want to hang out, I usually reply with, “Yes! Let’s go for food and eat everything and get fat”, but I indulged more than anyone over Christmas (and my birthday, and the weekend, and any day that isn’t even special). This time, I opted for a healthier alternative and suggested we go for a walk.
Brittany recommended walking along the West Highland Way (which I did not know existed) to Mugdock Castle. I’m glad she did. It was a beautiful walk, and my aching glutes suggest my body benefited from it, too.
With scenery like this, who needs to hop on a plane? 4 hours of driving North and I was in Isle of Skye, the largest island in the Inner Hebrides. Admittedly, I should have done a bit of research. It’s January and the whole town (Portree) was closed. No shops, restaurants, or seafood (which—second to taking photos—was what I was looking forward to). This didn’t hamper my experience, though, as I still got to see the Quiraing, which took my breath away!
Visiting Skye has left me fascinated with the slow, sleepy pace of island life. It’s easy to see why Danny MacAskill became the talented cyclist he is… because there isn’t much else to do!
P.S. You should watch The Ridge if you haven’t. It was filmed in Skye.