The Cobb at Lyme Regis on a rather blustery Sunday morning.
Sometimes I have an idea and before I know it Ive captured all the images required and I’m sat in front of the computer bringing it to life.Others however can sometimes sit around in my head for months or at best sketched out in Photoshop,this image is a little of both those.Over the years I have been capturing people and animals for a personal project “Life In A Somerset Landscape”.It had been a while since I had added to the work and I really wanted to capture Burrow Hill which is a situated close to Hambridge in South Somerset for part of the project. I remember seeing Burrow Hill for the first time one summer’s day, a quaint small hill with a single tree on top complete with an idyllic rustic swing attached to one of it’s branches.It felt slightly surreal like I had stepped into a Jack & Jill Ladybird book !
September is probably one of my favourite months especially with a camera in my hand.\r\nAfter the long days and often harsh light that summer (sometimes) gives us together with a blanket of green September comes along and brings back a little colour contrast to the landscape with better lower angled light.\r\nThe other reason I love September is the fields full Maize which for some reason I just have to capture every year.
I’m sure Im not the only one to wonders where the time seems to go.This year has been crazy busy in a very good way but it’s meant not having time to update my website or blog with new images. Back in May I took a family trip to Florida and I’ve finally found time to review some of the images I captured and get a few of them online. The big change for me from this trip was taking all my pro gear (as I always do) and not using it at all for the duration of the trip.Instead I used my high end Sony compact camera for all the images I captured.
Im a pretty honest chap but I do confess that when briefing the models for this shoot I left out the fact we where shooting in an old farms silage pit ! It all started a month or so previous while shooting a worldwide ad campaign for my client Mimecast. One of the mature models on the shoot that day was the very experienced (and ex Milk Tray Man from back in the 80’s) Tim. Tim like myself was keen to update his Book with new images so we agreed to collaborate on something to benefit us both.
It’s been a busy 5 – 6 weeks putting the final touches to a worldwide campaign for one of my London based clients.Now I have some spare time to work on ideas for some personal projects. Sometimes, however, we all can get stuck in a creative rut and I’ve learned over the years you can’t force things you have to just gently roll with it and kick start creative juices.
I’ve mentioned before in my post Scooters,Skinheads & Dodgy Snaps that my Photography career started via my youth spent riding and customising Vespa & Lambretta Scooters. It’s a long drawn out story that I won’t bore you with but it led to my first paid photography work for a magazine called Scootering way back in the mid 80’s
This image is from a shoot last year for Knorr which took me to Copenhagen for a whirlwind shoot.\r\nThis was not my first trip into Europe for Knorr having previously shot in Rotterdam a couple of times. I was once again briefed by Bristol agency Flourish to what was required for the product which was for Unilever’s Knorr Artisan range.
I captured this image way back in the summer of 1992. I was enjoying the last few days of my summer touring the USA and ended it at Venice Beach in California.I spotted this lifeguard called Trec patrolling on his tower on the beach and politely asked if I may take his portrait. During the shoot and the usual exchange of polite conversation Trec with some pride told me he was 36 years old which as you can see from the image was a big surprise.
Today sees the sale of our home in Turkey finalised which to be honest leaves me slightly sad.We bought the property close to Bodrum around 8 years ago as an investment and, as a result, made many friends in the area and my many trips created many happy memories (and images) but it’s simply run its course and it’s time to move on.