This past weekend I had the pleasure of meeting one of London’s great photographers, David Redding. You may have already seen several of Dave’s recent portraits through his Real London series of artists and creatives within the community.
David’s recent undertaking is a series of photographs for individuals wishing to utilize the portraits in their various social media personas. I’ll leave the rates up to Mr. Redding to discuss but in my opinion, this recent project of his is well worth his time and yours.
David’s approach is professional and friendly and for someone like me that can barely crack a smile on a good day…David puts you at ease and displays great patience. Very typical of someone who excels in their craft. Technically, the guy really knows what he’s doing and it shows in the quality of his work. Now, if only he knew how to turn a frog into a prince 😉
I was out the other night on a regular walk through my neighbourhood. There isn’t a time or day blocked off on my weekly schedule for this jaunt, I just like to get out and think on things and get a little exercise whenever the mood strikes.
I used to take these walks with a different focus in mind (pardon the soon-to-be-revealed pun) and that was to grab my camera and get out for a photowalk. I’d capture a few scenes, photograph people and urban streetscapes and almost always, I’d snap something that I thought turned out really well and would surely head me in the direction of home for immediate upload to flickr.
And now…not so much.
As mentioned, I do get out for walks but now I rarely take my camera with me. I can’t tell if it’s because I’m slumping or worse…slipping. I don’t feel that the passion for photography and what I perceive is an eye for it has diminished in any way but the mood just isn’t striking as much as it has in the past.
So back to the other night…
As I was heading back home, coffee in hand and deep in thought, I almost missed this slice of life that resulted in a neat little image. I walked by this ‘Guy In Bus Shelter’ and out of some weird compulsion I turned back to take a second glance. He was standing inside the shelter and was obviously writing on the walls (with his finger…no ink). What immediately caught my eye about this scene was that there was a great deal of condensation on the glass walls of the shelter and combined with his dark silhouette and traffic light illumination from the distance…all the ingredients were present to capture a noteworthy image.
And, you guessed it…I didn’t have my camera.
However, I did have my phone on me so I approached the fellow in the shelter, asked him if he wouldn’t mind me taking his picture and he obliged. So he went back to writing and I went back a fair distance and did my best with what tools were at my disposal. The result was interesting (enough that I think it warrants a blog post) and as technically proficient as an iPhone can muster but far from what I would have liked had I been brandishing a real camera at arms length as I have in the past.
Perhaps that’s it though…just utilizing what you have when you are stricken with the need to capture a moment. I wonder how this image might have turned out if I had the abundance of settings a dSLR provides? I’m sure the limitation of photographic options in this case plays a part in the way it’s viewed, but I’m also thinking that along with the list of ingredients that make up this shot…a splash of spontaneity and a cameraphone as a mixing spoon might have been the way to go.
I’d love to know your thoughts.
The Red Couch
I remember the day I bought this couch. It wasn’t the greatest time in my life but things were on the upswing. I had just acquired this great apartment in the Beaches area of Toronto and was preparing to start another chapter of my life there…I was looking forward to it actually.
So, I’m a thrifty guy. Not cheap thrifty, more like ‘cruise-many-a-thrift-store-in-search-of-random-treasures’ thrifty…and that’s where I found this gem. I was out one day and looking to kill some time so I popped into one of my go-to thrift stores, walked to the back to browse through the furniture as I often do and there it was…this red, pleather two-seater that the clerk told me had just arrived. I looked for a tag fearing that it may have already been spoken for and to my astonishment it was priced at a mere $10!
I immediately made a bee-line to the checkout, paid for the couch and requested that they hold it for me for a few days as I was moving at week’s end. “Oh and can you attach a SOLD tag on the couch for me?”, I demanded more than inquired for fear that it would have been sold to another treasure hunter before I arrived to pick it up.
Days later I parked my moving truck at the receiving dock of the thrift store and I went inside clutching my receipt and produced it to the clerk as though I were claiming a contest prize. I breathed a sigh of relief when I laid eyes on it again, all the while thinking there may have been a ‘mix up’ and it was awarded to someone else. As the clerk called another worker to help me load it in my truck, I was already picturing where I would situate this soon-to-be conversation piece. In my mind I saw it placed exactly as you can see in the picture below.
It was the first thing loaded onto the moving truck and the last thing placed in my new home. It was also the last thing I moved out when I left both the apartment and the city I love.
I really do miss some things.