Keep The Shot
I have always loved taking photographs. I remember one of the art teachers at our school allowed us to take some photographs with their camera. Then going through the process of developing in the darkroom that had been set up in one of the cupboards. Let's say my efforts looked blurred and ill-lit. It was still exciting and fun to see how they turned out. I would say at least 70 per cent we thought should end up in the bin. The teacher tut-tutted us and said "it's all art McRoberts-keep 'em"
I nagged my parents into getting me a camera. I have no idea what type it was. A pretty cheap small autofocus one. All I remember was loading the film in the back winding the film, then I had about 30 chances to take a photo. I was a point, click and hope type. In those days you had no clue what you were going to get. It was like "Hope that was in focus..Hope that person did not move.."
A lot of the photos that I took have are now lost. I have been flicking through the few that have remained in my possession. Most are of nights out in the pub and the odd random gig. I seem to have gone through a phase of attempting moody photos. The one below is one I took while I was in Cornwall in January 1988. We went for a walk along the cliff tops of a place I have long forgotten where exactly. The low winter sun and the sea crashing onto the beach below was dramatic. I could almost hear some sort of big orchestral piece I was standing there looking at it the scene.
Cornwall Low Winter Sun
This one is the Reading Festival 92. Three days is scorching sunshine and all I lived on were chips and cheap cider. It was a bit of a hazy blur as were the couple of photos that I managed to take.
Reading Festival 92
Using that old camera ( which later died a death when I dropped into a pint glass of beer) I had to be economic with it. Not like today where I can take out my mobile and take 20 or photos on the spot without even thinking. I can then go on the spot "nope, nope, nope yep". I know the argument is that there is more chance of getting a great shot. Part of me hankers of having to use economy. Then the anticipation, the thrill of getting a great shot. Then the disappointment of my thumb ruining what would be a great shot.
Here is a shot I took with my first Digital Camera-taken while on holiday at Erbusaig. I still like my Sun Sets.
Sun Set at Erbusaig
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