Spontaneous text from Laura on Sunday morning. “Fancy lunch? Somewhere cheap… with wine.” Yeppp, I’m game.
I have a confession. The first couple of times I visited Manchester I didn’t enjoy it. Whenever I visited there was a monsoon of rain. My Converse would get wet and I was cold. Miserable! Now it’s one of my favourite cities, and this visit to Manchester is one of my best summer memories so far.
A group of us got a loft-style apartment in the city. The sun was shining. The World Cup was on. We ate good food and drank Sangria. Perfection! I like you a lot, Manchester.
Well, that’s summer gone. We didn’t have many good days. With being a wedding photographer it felt like I was always working on the sunny days we did get. Nic and I managed to finish work early one Friday in September, however, and take our dogs up Conic Hill.
Indie had an operation this year to remove a lump, so I’m wary of what she’s capable of now she’s getting old. I said to Nic, “Let’s keep an eye on Indie and only walk as far as she wants”. Well, Indie pulled us right to the top. She’s a trooper!
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. …