It’s raining. Again. I decided to look through my photos from the 3 days of summer we had, coming to the conclusion that bubble tea is perfect for summer days. I miss both bubble tea and summer days.
It isn’t often I get to attend a conference and stop off at the seaside on the way home. Rab and I road tripped back to Glasgow/Stirling from Aberdeen and stopped off at a tiny village called Stonehaven. Unfortunately we couldn’t find a place to park (seaside town + sun = no parking), but I just had to photograph this limitless expanse of sea dwarfing the yacht.
One of the most common frustrations I find amongst photographers is not having a subject to practice portrait photography with. Today was yet another Glasgow Photo Walk, and this time I hired a model, Iona, to pose for the class.
It was a tough gig; the sun – as nice as it is to see it – causes harsh light, and Botanic Gardens – the location of our shoot – was heaving with people (“taps aff”, as we say in Glasgow).
I hope the attendees enjoyed themselves, and I can’t wait to see their photos appearing on the Flickr group over the next few days. If anything, today made me aware of my own shooting style as I was …
I blinked and I missed it. I’m struggling to keep my eyes open as I sit here typing this. The right one is twitching sporadically and I have a headache. Weekends are non-existent, and each day is indistinguishable to the next as it involves the same thing – WORK! It sounds like I’m complaining, but I’m actually not. I’m tired, but I’m incredibly grateful for how kind the summer has been to me in regards to my career. I’ve landed some amazing work, made a wee bit of money, and been pushed well and truly out of my comfort zone. It’s forced me to look at how I handle my workflow, and juggle both photography and my big girl’s job. …
On Saturday I headed to Belfast to celebrate Paddy’s birthday in The Hudson Bar (happy birthday, Paddy!). It was my first surprise birthday party, so I was pretty excited about yelling SURPRISE. It was a stellar weekend in regards to the weather, so there were plenty of pints outside Duke of York, followed by a relaxing Sunday sunbathing on the grass at City Hall. This was my fourth visit to Belfast, and I finally had a Boojum. Oh. My. God. I’ve also been encouraged to pursue my wrestling career by Hughes, so watch out for that.
Remember my November on Buchanan Street photo? It was damp and rainy. Well, this is my May on Buchanan Street photo. It is also damp and rainy. Scottish summer!
So there we were, hunners of us, all with cameras and visiting New York City, taking trivial photos of the banal, like a Macy billboard or NYPD car. But that’s what you do when you’re in NYC.
I did it the first time I visited in 2010, but this time was a little more… authentic. Firstly, my friend put me up in her Brooklyn apartment, introduced me to her friends, and took me to haunts I’d have otherwise missed. I got out of Manhattan and visited Williamsburg, Bushwick and other Brooklyn spots (my favourite being Brooklyn Heights). I became familiar with, but failed to master, the New York subway. Gosh, I even saw a woman poop on it.
Highlights included having my morning coffee in a sunny Central Park, a cheeseburger at Roebling Tea Room in Williamsburg, taking in the view at Top of The Rock, a photo walk along the promenade at Brooklyn Heights, meatballs with Jack, a banana shake at Bareburger, a Saturday stroll through the Meatpacking District, getting lost on the NY subway, mac and cheese at The Brooklyn Star, visiting the Foursquare office, and free booze at a nightclub in Manhattan.
One week later and I’ve just arrived home in Glasgow. Holidays are fun, but nothing beats my King size bed, being with Indie, and my general routine (I like my routine).
Without further ado, here’s my week in New York. In photos.
Yesterday I photographed the Clyde swim in Greenock. I will share the photos later in the week, but while in Greenock on such a beautiful day, I drove to the top of Lyle Hill and took a few photos with the intention of stitching them together in Photoshop. It’s a rarity I will say this, but Greenock looked pretty. Oh, and you might have noticed it wasn’t my first time up Lyle Hill.
Skating by the Clyde seems pretty dumb to me. What if you don’t land that trick and your board goes bye-bye? That’s precisely what happened here, straight into the Clyde. Even I found it painful to watch and it wasn’t my board. RIP, Mikey’s skateboard.
Davo text and said he was skating nearby my flat. I brought my 28mm and dog, the latter of which was an awful idea (she was afraid of the skateboards), and set about taking some action shots. Have I mentioned I am terrible at photographing skateboarding? I am terrible at photographing skateboarding. It’s definitely a lot of fun, though, and something I want to do more of.