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Day 246

Old school skate

Old school skate

I took photos of some colleagues and their skate buddies and realised I really need to master my focus settings better because these guys were fast! Even though my camera has good focus I struggled to get the shots I wanted and instead had to switch to manual and just rely on them being where I wanted for a photo. I didn't get all the shots I was after but hope they ask me back again so I can use more lights next time!

Hand plant! 

Hand plant! 

I didn't realise how dangerous out off control boards are until one time it just decided to fly off and nearly hit me in the face at point blank range!

Day 243

the unstoppable hands of time

the unstoppable hands of time

I got a watch for my birthday present and because my daily update photos have been conspicuously absent I wanted to commemorate it with a photo before it gets any dings or scratches. I had forgotten how complicated it is to get photos of shiny things without too many bad reflections!

Day 240

The Street

The Street

While looking for the right person to take a photo of this morning, I spoke to an inelligent guy (who I didn't photograph) who really got me thinking about what I am doing when I talk to somebody and ask them for a photograph. I haven't completely formulated my thoughts into words yet but can say there is something distinctly different between street photography and street portraits. They employ different skills and a different way of looking at the world. I perceive subjects in street photography as demonstrating humans in their natural world doing what they do without noticing the photographer which forms a barrier between them and the observer. Sometimes the cameraman holds a power that may be abused and results in a stolen moment in time. Galleries everywhere are filled with such moments but there is seldom any true connection between the subject and the viewer - we are just voyeurs looking down on somebody without them being able to reciprocate. On the rare occasion that the subject looks through the lens at the viewer and breaks that 4th wall, there is an expression that cannot be gained by having spoken to that person to receive their permission before having taken the shot and this tends to give the person in the photo a greater connection to the viewer.

However, being allowed to take somebody's portrait while on the street invites the photorgrapher and viewer to enter into that subject's personal space with their express permisson. The look the person has is completely different and the overall tone of the image feels softer to me. Even though there is the briefest of exchanges before the shot, there is a trust from the subject that the photographer respects them and their personal property will not be misused or abused. In constrast to this, knowing that a camera is pointed their way, the subject stops behaving normally and will try to pose and look as they feel is apporopriate and this might be at odds with what would make the best photograph for them. This can form quite a dilemma as a photographer needs to balance their own desires with the rights of the person in the image and what would be the best method for obtaining a photo that could satisfy all parties.

As yet, I don't have a clear vision of what is the best way to approach my own photography to push myself in the right direction regards street photography. However, the more I talk to, and take portraits of people on the street, the more I see the beauty in them and the value in making a connection and learning from each by coming out of our comfort zone. I think we miss out so much by being engrossed in commuting, playing mobile games, reading books and so on that we ignore a vast wealth of potential from the amazing people who are within touching distance of us sat on a train or at the next cafe table and one of the things that stops us from talking to each other and strengthening our communities against prejudices is the fear of rejection which may ultimately be why it feels easier to be a street photographer than a portrait photographer.

Day 237

Passing by

Passing by

I cycle along the river every day and often saw the same old man with a long beard walking in the other direction with plastic bags in hand and baggy old jeans two sizes too big held up with an old belt. Then for a month or so I stopped seeing him and wondered if anything had happened to him and I regretted not talking to him or asking for a photo. It just so happened that he was there this morning, so I stopped for a chat. It turned out that he is homeless and lives in the forest and makes a long walk every day into town. He was very polite and spoke English in quite a posh clear accent so I wonder what happened to him in his life. I asked for a photo and he declined. Sometimes I would feel detected but in his case I was just glad he was OK.

Day 233

 "eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart"

 "eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart"

I don't know where all my time has gone lately. I'm pretty sure there are the same number of hours in a day but I've no idea where they all went. I will try to get back on track as soon possible but constant bad weather has been a big reason my camera has been stuck in my bag for most of the last month.

Day 226

Hardship

Hardship

Taken around dawn in the centre of Paris. It was so cold, I almost stopped walking around to get warm but found this family on the street. The kids must have been only 1 or 2 years old, which was a really heartbreaking thing to imagine how tough that family's life must be. No society should turn a blind eye and allow that on their streets. But it struck me how great a gap there was between this family's lives and those of the people still making their way home after having the luxury to be out all night.