A stroll along the banks of Pickering beck is one of my favourite local walks, but one I’ve neglected for a long time, so when I spotted a patch of bright yellow in the distance, I just had to investigate. We’d just returned from a day out in Swaledale shooting the wild-flower meadows, so it came as quite a surprise to have such a riot of colour on my own doorstep. Much as I do enjoy travelling, I derive a great deal of pleasure from finding scenes like this in my own patch. One of the many things I enjoy about photography is that it does teach you to “see”, so you can derive a great deal more pleasure out of your surroundings.
This say photography is all about light, composition and passion, but to my mind it’s light that is right up there at the top of the list.
Wednesday morning I woke up to a heavy frost and a bit of mist. Perfect conditions for photography, so despite being full of a Christmas cold, I dragged myself down the Costa Beck for a walk to see what I could find. The conditions should have been perfect, but nothing captured my imagination as it all looked a bit dull and flat to me. At the time I thought it was my lack of enthusiasm through feeling ill that was the problem.
So fast forward to Sunday and I woke later than intended after a bad night’s sleep and equally lacking in enthusiasm to Wednesday morning. This time the frost on the ground was even heavier and the sun was just coming up over the trees as I walked down the river, but this time the land was alive with splashes of gorgeous warm winter light. All of a sudden the enthusiasm, nay the passion was there; I could see compositions and the scenes ignited my imagination!
As I walked further down the river I saw deer in the distance, then they walked closer illuminated by this golden light, oh for a lens longer than the 24-70 I had on the camera! As I walked further back up the river, I met other people who were filled with enthusiasm about what they had seen and all was well in our little part of the world.
I love the fact that despite living in a town, I only have to walk a mile to get scenes like these and as I reflected on a good morning out, I realised that without that light there is no composition and the passion came from my reaction to what I saw before me.
Sunday evening saw us arriving home after a successful exhibition on Pickering station and depositing the mess from this exhibition amongst the mayhem of ongoing project to frame 50 prints for a forthcoming major exhibition at the stephen Joseph theater in Scarborough. So as you can see we are pretty busy at the moment! Once unloaded the rest of the evening was spent cleaning cameras and loading up camera bags ready for shooting the Olympic Torch relay in Ryedale. Whitby was crowded when I arrived, but I have to say that the metropolitan police handled the organisation for the photographers with notable good humoured efficiency, with pauses for photo shoots on the approach to the station entrance and another lengthy photo shoot at the end of the station platform, prior to boarding the train.
Once back in Pickering it was over to Janet to capture the flame arriving in Pickering, then over to the rest of the team to capture the various hand over points. Idea of the day went to Scott Wardle of “Life Photography” for turning up with a cherry picker and getting some unique aerial shots of the torch relay going round the roundabout.
All in all a pretty satisfying job well done.