I spent a pleasant evening with photographer friends in the Goyt Valley in early June. As I was with ‘togs’, I had to take my tripod, so they didn’t think I was weird. Tripods are like medieval torture instruments, and take virtually all the fun out of photography. They slow you down and make you consider your composition at length—that is, if you can stay awake.
So, inevitably, as if due to a law of Physics, I started with the blurry water photos. Why? Because I can, I guess. Actually, I was quite pleased with them. I suppose the trick to a decent shot is to frame the waterfall in a pleasantly-composed environment, a bit like you would with a sunset.
So, as I got my blurry water ration out of the way, I looked for other photographer-friendly subjects, like grungy old stone bridges, and the inevitable river rocks. Cynicism aside, these subjects are popular because they are pretty, so why shouldn’t I bag a few occasionally?
I started to get ambitious, and included a few trees and moody skies as well as. Was I overreaching? By this stage I didn’t care. I was in the Photo Monthly zone. All I needed was a graduated neutral density filter, a spot of Photoshop layers, and I’d soon be onto the coastal castles at dawn.
A thoroughly enjoyable romp was ended with a pint and a packet of crisps. And the nagging feeling that I had to find myself a pet photographic project, before I ended up writing letters to those photo magazines.