So if i am going to start a blog that is mainly to be  about my photography work i was thinking maybe a good thing to do would be to show some of the photography i have produced so far and tell you why i do what i do!

(Bare with me …see i may  have just convinced myself right there that i’m writer)

The thing that probably first fuelled my interest in taking photos wasn’t even the actual cameras or the cat of going out and taking the photos, but more what the actual photo represented, and that being a physical representation of something that had happened.  As long as i can remember one of my favourite things to do was to remember.  I fell in love at an early age with being able to recall memories, of places, events, people… the smells, the sounds, the feeling, basically all the things that pulled together to make a moment. (sounds lame and airy fairy but  it’s actually very genuine.)  I always kept diaries, i always kept journals…. i didn’t need to because i have been somewhat blessed (and trust me CURSED) with a photographic memory. (Handy when your job requires you to remember strings of number codes, not so handy when you can’t forget that time you walked out of the school toilets at 15, with your already rolled up so it was shorter skirt, tucked into your pants, and half the school is queuing outside, as its lunch break, and its right next to the canteen, but back to photography)… For me, in my childhood years, i think remembering was on a par with imagining, and i would spend as much time, daydreaming and recalling, as i would daydreaming and pretending i was April O’Neill in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (the world had a shortage of ginger heroines)

I think i mentioned in the previous post that photography was something that people in my family already had an interest in, so i think that with my penchant for memory, it was only natural that as i grew to understand the physical function of what a camera was and produced, my mind would race away with the possibilities of what i could use that for!

It started really simply with just  disposable cameras. I’d take photos of school friends, family, holidays, reams and reams of poorly framed, badly angled shots. (of which all the negatives still sit proudly in a box in my grandparents attic, and are even now routinely brought down, by me for examination! and every single one i loved) Being able to catch something, and know that it would then be in a sense immortalised, never to be replicated in an exact same moment again, fascinated…. then being able to share that with other people, to use it as an aid to explain something, include someone… was like my childhood memory recalling magnified x1000000.

I went on to own all sorts of cheap 35mm point and shoots, even a panoramic one… then various different digital point and shoots, and finally onto film and then digital SLR’s.

Today i currently own, 7 x 35mm film cameras, 1 x 120 film camera and a digital SLR…. AND a back catalog of negatives, and 6×4 prints that probably span the last 15 years…..  (scouts honour i have never thrown a print away, they are stacked up in storage boxes… of course with scanning to cd, then digitalisation and even iphoneography less and less photos are physically printed…which makes me sad BUT HEY that s a whoooole other blog post right there!)

I think this basic idea of being able to recall and remember and share is what keeps my love for taking photos going.  I have obviously grown to be conscious of quality, and composition. And what equipment i own and use, and knowing how to get the best results, are things that play on my mind of course.  They are however by products of moving to paid photography jobs, and not drivers for why i continue to use a camera.  Basically what i think i’m trying to say is i am a “Size doesn’t matter”  kinda girl (steady!!) and that i never ever will be a equipment snob (in fact it has put me off of forming friendships with many other photographers i have met along the way).  I am often get more personal joy from something i snapped on my iphone, than my considered and composed shots, produced on my digital SLR.

Keeping true to this feeling, has also made taking photos massively central to other big loves in my life, for example, Urban Exploration, Instagram (i LOVE Instagram i find it absolutely fascinating, but again, probably another Blog post to come….) …and eventually Wedding Photography (however please be reassured that i take the quality and integrity of both my equipment and resulting photographs extremely serious at weddings, i would however love more people to want a bit of 35mm unpredictability thrown in there)

So i am getting self-conscious that i have talked a lot there, super romantically (i know get a room right?) about why i love photography (don’t want to go and use all my possible blog topics up in the first week)  Below is a gallery of some of my work! Some on digital, some film….(see if you can distinguish which is which)  I’d be really interested to know if ….anyone reads this (haha)but also if thy do if it provokes some thought into how they started out, and what those reasons are! ( i like talking i would love to enter into some dialogue on this topic)

I’m off to go Instagram that i made a blog post!!! Joke…. (ok i probably will)


8 thoughts on “Photography

  1. I really enjoyed reading this piece. It give a very nice insite into your photographic interests.

    There is certainly something about your photos that I really like and I look forward to new things from you.

    As you know your style of processing is something I have always admired and I still remember the help you gave me when I was trying to create my own style.

    Keep up the fantastic work B.I.A.A :-]

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