The basic ingredients for this image look a bit like this: Nikon, Daguerreotype lens, Rollei Retro 80S film, Hoya R72 filter. But for spice I involuntarily added some grain issues, which left a texture across the image, and throw in a healthy dose of chance timing. So once framing and focus are achieved, you are flying blind in terms of the exact timing of an image at the moment of exposure. But I have learned many things over the years. Patience is one of them. I know few other things as patient as Mother Nature. Also the fact that nothing is ever certain, that the wind will change and nothing remains static for long. So if one opportunity is missed, it is only a matter of time ‘til another comes along. And that there is beauty in the random. One has no control over how the wind churns the waves or how the trees dance. Yet the resulting random mix of influences can create unexpected and beautiful confluences of events.




True to my style I will try to do something new photographically on subsequent visits to a well explored location. While not technically a new technique for me, I decided to work on some infrared photography, particularly in the Hasselblad. It has been a while since I have done much infrared and even longer since I have done much in 120. And I believe I could count the number of rolls of infrared I had shot in 120 on one hand. So that was the direction I went in.


On a related note, this will not be the last infrared you see from me this year but the odds are decent that the next images you see will be in full colour. But that is all the tease I am giving you for now.



Veiled Longings


I believe we all have a longing that one day we would like to live somewhere, have a house somewhere.

I believe that’s a longing for something inside; there is a place inside where that serenity exists.

Safe and sound with yourself. It is something I long for and I am working towards it in the most practical way possible.


I looked back and glimpsed the outline of a boy
His life of sorrows now collapsing into joy.





Floating in the void
Between there and back


It’s all bright in front
And it’s all dark behind
Living for the now that’s in between the bridges and the signs
And getting there is still a long way to go
While others dream and wish
This is everything officially I need to know
Happy, boy you bet I am
Holding on to this smile for just as long as I can



A Beginning And An End

AB1As a photographer I have encountered that quirk of human behaviour where I will pull over alongside the road to make a photo, only to be joined by other cars stopping to also make photos? It seems to happen enough to me that I have noticed it; I’ll find an empty bit of shoulder, or a deserted lay-by with a nice scene and before long I’ll have a small crowd joining me.

f5This behaviour doesn’t annoy me, I certainly don’t mind sharing a nice view but I do find it interesting how seeing one person pulled over making photos makes it so much more likely that others will follow. I guess if I did have issue with this quirk it is that I wish more people didn’t need the incentive of seeing others already stopped to be encouraged enough to stop themselves. But I get it. I have been on the other side of that equation too, driving along, in the zone, wanting to get to a destination but then seeing a small crowd enjoying a view and having my interest piqued where as I wouldn’t normally have noticed.

AB2I do have one other wish though when it comes to these situations. I wish people stayed longer. I know I have a photographer’s bias here, I move slow and love taking my time in spots such as these. I like to work on my images to insure they turn out well but I also like taking in the scenery. I struggle with feeling a bit dismayed when folks join me by the side of the road only to not even get out of their cars but simply roll down a window, lean out with a phone, snap a photo and drive on. I wonder what it is they really are looking for in that moment. Is all they want a brief record of where they briefly stopped? If you take the photo out of the equation the behaviour becomes even more questionable. Imagine pulling over for 15 seconds, rolling down a window, looking out and driving on.

SC3It is a hard thing to learn how to slow down and really look at things. I feel fortunate to have chosen to become a photographer because I think it has slowly taught me the value of this. I was not as appreciative of looking at things before I became a photographer, so I realise that the stuff I see now that seems so obvious to me wasn’t always that obvious. In a weird way it makes me feel a bit sorry for some of these people that join me at stops like this. I know they are appreciating the pretty scene in front of them, at least in a very abbreviated and superficial way, but I almost want to guide them by an arm to a rock and encourage them to sit for even 10 minutes and watch the clouds drift, or the golden yellow leaves sway and rustle. To feel the warmth of the sun come and go as it passes behind clouds and to listen to the wind interspersed with passing cars. To watch the play of light and be aware of the passing time. To marvel at the seasonal beauty and realise it will be at least another year before you have a chance to see this again, most likely. Or you may never pass this stretch of road again in your life, do you  really want to rush this?


I let them do their thing, just as I do mine. And that’s ok. Maybe not perfect, but ok.