There was a fog in the Solent. It either hadn’t reached here, or was receding. The low cloud was causing the lights on the spinnaker to become diffuse. I didn’t notice it when I took the picture. But I like it.
I have set myself a goal of writing about photography every Wednesday night. I’ve given you a bit of history, and waffled about it a bit, been pretty indistinct really. Now is the time to get serious.
I am not a good photographer. I take pictures, if I am lucky one them, every so often might possibly come out reasonably good. Here I am been playing with cameras for more than 40 years, and probably once every five years, I produce, entirely be accident a slightly more than reasonable picture. And yet, and yet, why can’t I bring myself to read and follow a photography book? We have quite a few of them. Firstly, let me distinguish between a book about photography (e.g. Photographers eye, worked through here not so long ago) or a book about how to do photography, e.g. photography masterclass. I’m happy to read the former, but have real problems with the latter.
I can’t really tell why you why I have such a problem with that type of book, It certainly isn’t the case that I think I know everything – I definitely don’t. It might be because the photographs are always perfect, of places that I know I am very unlikely to visit. I would like to see a photography book that features pictures of a run down British town on a cold, grey, not sunny morning, that demonstrates the “rules” of photography. Any suggestions?
Then of course, there are the rules. It seems that most of the time, to get a good photo, it’s best to break those rules. Perhaps I need to commit to something. Somewhere in the house there’s a book on photography with your phone. Perhaps I should get that out and start working my way through it. I might then get a good picture more frequently than once in five years.
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