Bit of an eyesore really
In celebration of my newly-regained freedom mate and I treated ourselves to another little photo jaunt Tuesday.
Not that we would have needed any such excuse. But its a good opening line for the post. Or so I thought.
However, I was also on a bit of a mission that landed us up at the far end of Bedford’s Ampthill Road.
So whilst there, I thought I’d take a look at the forest of fairly recently installed traffic lights that quite a few local motorists have been moaning like hell about. Apparently they preferred the roundabout that the lights replaced.
Having now seen them (the lights that is) I can sort of understand why.
Ok, both missions accomplished we saunter back toward the town centre, grabbing a handful of pics along the way.
One place I particularly wanted to have a go at was a couple of derelict buildings on a bit of land that has been fenced off.
No doubt scheduled for redevelopment at some stage, but its been in its current state for ages now, and seems folk have taken to dumping their unwanteds there.
Bit of an eyesore really.
Onward again, casually snapping a rather spooky-looking church (looks like something straight out of H.P.Lovecraft)…
… and, crossing over the bridge into the town itself we spot a billboard adorned with some political ad clearly in preparation for the next General Election. Which ad provides a rather neat slant (or so we thought) on the word “deface”…
Finally, and inevitably I suppose, we end up back at The Bear.
So a quick switch of cameras and bang out a few black and whites. What a surprise!
Ever-obliging me
Unusually for me there is actually a point to the apparently meaningless pic above.
Y’see, on our theme project blog one of our little gang posted a pic of a load of Crayola products… one of her contributions for this month’s theme of “Colourful“.
And it just so happens that in the town near where I live there used to be a Crayola factory. Mention of which stirred a little bit of interest.
So, ever-obliging me, I said I’d have a look-see to find out whether its still there.
So I did.
And it isn’t!
However, the building is still there… though sadly no longer occupied by Crayola. But, maintaining the good old tradition of obligingness, that pic above is of the building. Now the ex-Crayola factory.
On Ampthill Road, in Bedford.
Well, strictly speaking its actually in the adjoining Kempston bit of Ampthill Road. But no need to get too picky.
Ah, happy days
Great joy and celebration!
That intensely boring, soul-destroying, leaden-weight-on-the-shoulders little bit of extra work I took on a few weeks back has finally come to an end!
Just as well really cos I was beginning to get a bit fed up moaning about it in practically every blogpost.
Have to confess it wasn’t the actual work I minded so much (if it could be called “work”), but rather the way it encroached so on my time… and time is something I value highly.
Well, maybe that’s not strictly accurate. The thing I really value highly is the freedom to just slob around, without the need to be anywhere or have to do anything.
This slobbing around isn’t entirely pointless though. For its when I do most of my mulling. And a lot of that mulling seems to focus around pic-taking matters. Nowadays at least. Odd that, isn’t it?
Mulling about what fun things I can try next with the camera. Use it as a doorstop? Paperweight? Beat mate over the head with it?
Or where to go for the next little photo jaunt.
Or exciting new (or possibly old) ways to make a right silly arse of myself.
Well, it beats making a right silly arse of myself with computers!
Hmm. Haven’t tried the old “remove the memory card while the camera’s still switched on” trick recently. That might be worth playing with again.
Or the “slap myself round the ear with the rotating tripod head” stunt… that was a real laugh. Once I’d recovered from the shock and pain.
Then there’s always the good old “forget to switch out of manual focus and spend ages wondering why the sodding autofocus thingie no longer works”.
Or the “walking backwards to get a better field of view and falling head over heels”… usually over some stumpy thing sticking up out of the ground behind me. Though I’ve also been known to fall over (or into) people as well!
Ah, happy days.
So yeah, I was resentful of the encroachment on my valuable mulling time.
But there was also the reality of not having as much time in which to physically take photographs. Or attempt to in my particular case.
Which I found curiously depressing. Not too sure why really. But clearly taking pics must have a therapeutic effect of some sort.
Which is not to say that there’s now going to be a sudden explosion of yet more pics. But simply that there could be if I felt that way inclined. Which I probably won’t. Cos I shall be far too busy lounging about, relishing all this new-found freedom.
And that’s the real issue of course. Its all about freedom, and not being tied… not having to be in a certain place for a certain period of time on an ongoing basis. Its the “tiedness” that I really don’t appreciate very much at all.
Especially when there’s so many other, better, things I could be doing… like sleeping. Or imbibing the jolly old amber nectar.
At one time I didn’t have a problem with that sort of commitment. But as the years have passed so its seemed to become increasingly onerous and unwelcome. I could begin to wax all philosophical now but… er… that’d be far too serious. And there’s been enough serious stuff here this month already.
However, there’s one little snag with all this wonderfully returned freedom.
Er. The reward I was getting for that curtailment of my slobtime!
Ah yes. I remember now. That was the tantalising tidbit that induced me to take it on in the first place. Well, one of them. How the hell could I have so quickly forgotten? Silly me.
Alas, gone now. Back to penury and general scrounging for me then. Funny really, cos I seem to have been doing a lot of that since getting into this photography caper. Wonder if there’s a connection? Couldn’t be anything to do with all this camera gear that seems to have mysteriously accumulated around me could it? Nah. What a ridiculous notion. We all know that digital photography’s far cheaper than film, don’t we? Hmm.
Oh well. Just have to start raiding the change pot again for those occasional little treats in life. Like food.
A wee bit harsh
I’ve been reflecting a bit more on that last post but one (and the comments it prompted) in which I expressed little sympathy for those pro photogs who are bemoaning the imminent loss of (or substantial reduction in) their livelihood courtesy of the proliferation and popularity of digital cameras.
And it occurs to me that maybe I was a wee bit harsh on them, focussing almost exclusively on their concerns about their loss of future income, and not seeking to delve deeper.
In fairness to myself, that particular complaint is the one that I’ve encountered most frequently so its not unreasonable that I should have homed in on it.
However, after giving it more thought I suspect that the words I’m hearing may not be the whole story.
I’m thinking now not exclusively of pro photographers but of human nature in general.
We tend to be creatures of habit. Of set routines. Such habits and routines, especially when adhered to for a long time, seem to generate a sense of permanence and security. Upon which we begin to depend and from which we take comfort, being lulled into assuming that things will carry on forever just as they are.
That such “security” is completely illusory is entirely irrelevant for we seldom take that into account. Even though, rationally, perhaps we should.
Moreover, I’m guessing that few of us like or welcome forced change, unless it be changing from a bad situation to a not-so-bad one.
And when such change is forced upon us (by whatever means) rather than being voluntarily sought, it will almost certainly (and unsurprisingly) be met by resentment and complaint… all too often outer symptoms of inner stress. And met sometimes even by depression, or worse.
(Of course, the other side of the coin is that when we find ourselves in truly bad situations then we are eager for, indeed practically pray for, change. Any change. Which seldom seems to occur as rapidly as we would wish. How perverse is that?)
Further, when such forced change impacts those things that we customarily perceive as fundamental to our existence (things such as our health, our family, our home, or our livelihood) then its not unreasonable for us to react negatively. Extremely negatively.
So maybe, when pro photogs are wailing about the state of the industry, about being undercut, and about all those damned “amateurs”, perhaps we’re hearing a lot more than purely mercenary gripes, even though the actual words aren’t uttered.
Maybe what we’re really hearing is the anguished cry of insecurity, elicited once again by the uncertainty that underlies all existence. Uncertainty that, I suspect, an increasing number are unable to live with comfortably in this materialistic society of ours. Hence the insecurity. Hence also (touching briefly upon another subject entirely) the thriving of the insurance industry that profits from playing to our fears.
That photographers, many of whom spend much of their time literally recording fleeting moments for posterity and thus (one would have thought) should be more conscious than most of impermanency and ephemerality, react as others should come as no surprise. After all, they’re humans too!
(Well, most of them!
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In which case, perhaps I need to be a bit more tolerant of all the moaning that I’d casually dismissed as either selfishness, lack of commercial foresight, or lack of the will to adapt.
What I call real art!
Many moons ago, way back in 1968 or thereabouts I do believe, I commissioned a mate to do a series of oil paintings on canvas for a little group with which I was associated.
And practically ever since I’ve been into this photography lark I’ve been promising myself to photograph them and post the pics to Flickr.
Now there’s a couple of odd things about these paintings.
For starters, I’ve still got ‘em!
That may not seem particularly odd to those who don’t know me very well, but to those who do (all one of them by my present reckoning) it’ll seem just far too weird.
Cos I’m not known for retaining too many things from the past. And in fact, from the distant past (which is what ‘68 is) these are the only things I have retained.
The other odd thing is… I’m not too sure why! But it seems that throughout my many changes of residence (and even those times when I’ve not had any residence) these things have somehow managed to tag along.
How curious.
And the final odd thing is this… I’ve just posted to Flickr pics of five of them. Yet I know damn well I actually have two more.
But do you think I can find them? Can I hell!
They’ve gotta be somewhere, but I’ve looked in all the obvious places (and most of the places that aren’t so obvious) to absolutely no avail whatsoever.
The bloody things appear to have done a disappearing act on me somewhere.
Should they mysteriously reappear at some stage though you can be sure I’ll snap the little buggers and post the pics to Flickr. Assuming I’m still messing around with photography by then. For nothing’s certain in this uncertain world.
Now, I have to say that these pics I’ve taken aren’t the greatest. For a number of reasons but mainly on account of screwing up the lighting so that one side of each pic is darker than t’other. I certainly seem to find something new to mess up with each pic session, don’t I? But I can’t be asked to re-shoot. Not today at least.
I also have to observe that the paintings themselves aren’t in the best of condition.
Years of accumulated dust, tobacco smoke staining, incense smoke staining, and the general wear and tear involved in following me around from place to place have taken their toll, to say nothing of extreme fluctuations in temperature, exposure to damp, and various other mishaps that have befallen them in their travels.
That said, they still constitute what I call real art. Painted by a little-known artist (an utterly fascinating guy named John Sanderson… probably long gone by now) they may not be worth much in the grand scheme of things but to me they now have value beyond price.
Shock horror!
A pet moan of one of my pro photog mates is how the digital revolution in photography has adversely impacted (seriously impacted in fact) the commercial viability of actually being a “professional photographer”.
He doesn’t quite phrase it that way, but that’s essentially what it comes down to.
For, with the increasingly easy (and relatively cheap) availability of digital cameras capable of producing a halfway decent photograph (technically at least, forgetting for the moment the incompetencies of the idiot behind the viewfinder) the whole field has opened up significantly and… oh shock horror… a bunch of amateurs appear to have taken over the marketplace!
Amateurs, moreover, who are quite prepared to work for little or (shock horror again) nothing, just for the exposure (excuse the pun) or perhaps the sheer fun of doing it. Whatever next? Surely people aren’t allowed to have fun with this photography caper are they?
And of course they care little for the time/expense a real professional (ahem) has expended on mastering the skills, getting the equipment etc.
You can just hear them now, can’t you? The “pros” that is… “Oh dear, I’m being undercut and all that money I spent on really expensive gear is now wasted.”
(I’m sorry? Who was it who ordered you to go and spend all that money? I must have missed that part.)
And few of them (the “amateurs”) have any real understanding of copyright issues or effective rights management. Or, translating that into plainspeak…. few of these amateurs have any real understanding of, or interest in, the backdoor methods for inflating the commercial value of the product.
All they’re doing is devaluing the livelihood of the professionals. Surely there must be a law against that?
And so on and so on, blah blah blah.
Yeah, its a real bummer isn’t it? Perhaps someone should tell these pros that all business is a gamble. They gambled; they rode a winning streak for a while; and now the gamble’s no longer paying off. Well, that’s life. Commercial life at least. What do they want… some form of protectionism? A refund because they made an unwise investment? Or call a halt to all progress?
Of course, I’ve encountered all these sorts of things before.
When my own trade (that of graphic artist) was impacted by the introduction of DTP (desk top publishing) and the increasing potential for anyone, no matter how unskilled or ignorant (shock horror yet again), to perform a lot of graphics tasks on computers (one effect of which was to lead to the proliferation of “instant print” shops… effectively clobbering much of the printing trade and being another development that impacted my earning ability significantly) I was confronted by a similar sort of “culture shock” to which said mate is presently being subjected.
(Mentioning the printing trade (which is where I originally started out career-wise) its worth observing how frequently that has been the victim of new technology.
I served my apprenticeship in offset litho printing… which had already been condemned by more traditional letterpress printers whose gripes were all too similar to those I’m hearing now about mass production digital photography. The more savvy printers though had a history of happily welcoming each new technological advance, recognising new and hitherto unconsidered markets opening up to them.)
There are of course issues of the degradation of quality, the lowering of consumer expectations, the loss of traditional skills etc. But hey, that’s life. Or life in the commercial world at least. We may not like it but its something we have to come to terms with. Or get on and carve out our own special little niche market.
So, pragmatic to the end, my own response was “Ok, none of this is magically disappearing any time soon, so get over it!”
And I did. Fairly rapidly. By (a) adapting to the changes and embracing the new developments (which is how I originally came to be involved with computers) and (b) ultimately moving on to something else.
Er… photography as it happens. Or so it would seem nowadays. How’s that for perverse? (Via a few detours along the way… mostly computer-related… or connected with my other principal interest about which I’ll say nowt here. But it definitely wasn’t, and isn’t, technology-dependent.)
Consequently, whilst I have sympathy for and respect mate’s viewpoint (after all, we’re all entitled to our opinions aren’t we?) I haven’t really the patience to be bothering with it all. Or to be in the least concerned by any of it. Indeed, even only interested in it in an academic sort of way.
Been there, done that, got the tee shirt type thing.
Interesting thought here though… when mate, wielding his expensive pro digital SLR, gripes about his future prospects for earning a living, does he spare a thought for the lab technicians he’s helped put out of work, the manufacturers of film-based products he’s helped to bankrupt, by his transition to digital?
Seems to me (and this is the point I’ve referred back to repeatedly with him) that the most effective way of dealing with these developments is not to constantly bitch about something that simply isn’t going away, but gracefully accept the changes and “repackage one’s product”… developing some sort of business model that is commercially viable in the world of mass production digital photography.
Or make one’s own style of photography so unique that there’s a demand for it (albeit limited maybe) in its own right. And there’ll always be a market (again, somewhat limited perhaps) for quality. Its just a matter of identifying and targeting that market. Which may not be easy… but its certainly not impossible.
Either that or look around for something else to do. In other words… get over it and move on.
Now, one aspect of this changing world about which mate has griped is the rise of microstock.
And that’s what’s prompted this post. Cos I’ve just read a superb little article on this very topic at The Online Photographer that sums up the whole situation very neatly. Well worth checking out by any photographer who’s earning, or seeking to earn, a bit of dosh from this photography lark. (The comments to the article are worth reading too. Heh heh!)
Um… conscience compels me to add a P.S. to the foregoing. None of this is me having a personal dig at the referred-to mate (yes, you know who you are). Rather its just some observations on the entrenched attitudes of numerous pro photogs. And I’ve happened to use mate, perhaps unfairly, as an example.
Not in the least helpful
It may have been noticed that the way I title my posts is not in the least helpful… either to casual or regular visitor.
General rule of thumb (with the odd exception) is for me to grab from within the body of the post a particular phrase (or variation thereof) that for some unfathomable reason seems to me to have a sort of “ring” about it and use that as the title.
Not in the least helpful… cos it gives absolutely no indication whatsoever of what a given post may be about. Contrary to most accepted conventions re blogging… or the titling of anything else for that matter!
For which I make no apologies. At all.
This blog recounts, amongst a number of other things, my “adventures” in the world of photography. Though perhaps “misadventures” would be more appropriate.
That was its intended purpose right at the very start.
So it seems only fitting to me that reading the damn thing should be a bit of an adventure too!
Heh heh.
And why this unprecedented explanation?
Well, its like this y’see… a few hours back there was me sat at the keyboard having just uploaded my theme pics for the month and knocked out a relevant post when I catch myself nodding off, fingers still clutching mouse in mid-click.
Which is usually a sign for me to retire to my festering pit.
So I does.
And lay there. Tossing. Turning. Staring at the ceiling. Counting sheep. Thinking of slumber. Staring at the ceiling a bit more. And “Bugger this… I’ll whip downstairs and make meself a nice mug of hot milk. That’ll send me off.”
So I does.
One mug of hot milk later: Back in bed. Tossing. Turning. Staring at the ceiling. Counting sheep. Thinking of slumber. Staring at the ceiling a bit more.
Totally fed up to the eyeballs I decide to vacate bed and wander back into the computer room for an hour or so. See if I can replicate the weariness that assailed me earlier.
Snag is though, what am I gonna do for that hour or so… without getting too involved in anything?
Hence this post. Hope reading it hasn’t kept you awake!



























