A treat in the mail today! Three of my own films, and one of my utterly talented wife’s. Having looked through them, I am left me in a slight pickle. The photos contained within them are different than, say, the uploads before them. That’s terribly vague: but there is a feel and scope to my latest photos that aren’t apparent in previous work.
Heck, I can’t really explain in. I’ve never had any joy with landscapes, yet here are a couple I am proud of! I’m shooting 35-50mm and happy to stay a bit further away. Sure, I’m using different cameras, some ancient expired films, there’s different stuff going on. It’s Mabo, it’s the vibe, and…no that’s it…it’s the vibe. I rest my case.
I have to acknowledge the influences that have helped.
One: Don Edwards. A man who so generously showed genuine interest in my photography, going as far as viewing several hundred photos in my flickr stream. And then distilling his years of experience, talent and history of judging and supporting young photographers in saying: “I can see what you’re trying to achieve, and it’s all good stuff, have you considered going wider, letting the foreground do some work, and pulling through in the composition?”
Sublimely kind and I have been trying to embody these advices since. Not that it is at all evident in these photos! But I feel like, the “vibe” of it is there.
Two: Photoclub. Drs Menneer and Johnson; Messrs Bell and Beukes, et alia. A place where I get to admire the work of elder statesmen, skilled and passionate shooters. A time where I get gentle guidance. The osmotic inculcation of their abilities has helped. I feel more confident and empowered, and I have been able to talk out and exorcise “blocking” demons. Perhaps the realisation that my own particular niche is not another’s, and that it is ok to load, point, shoot, repeat…
I’m happy to walk around and shoot. I’m happy with the latest yield. I am grateful for the tutelage.