How it all began...
So, there I was on a Saturday morning, lying on the rocky
beach at Penmon Point with only a back pack between me and the stoney cold of
the pebbles beneath. Once again, I found myself somewhere new and doing
something different because that’s where my photography is taking me and, once
again, it was in the company of the Welshot gang.
I fell in love with photography over twenty years ago, when
I was let loose in the dark room at school, studying ‘A’ Level Art. The framing
of a shot, the mechanics of the camera and the excitement at waiting for the
result to develop stayed with me ever since but it is only this year that I
struck out and took the leap to grasp that excitement again in the digital age.
I joined Welshot for support, inspiration and coaching and I get it in bucket
loads. I took my brother’s old digital camera to my first event but now I have
my own and since that event I’ve hardly put my camera down. Between Welshot
events and getting out and about on my own I am developing a portfolio that
shows me how far I’ve come but how much more there is out there to capture and
to learn.
My latest adventure was last weekend with Welshot. Frocks on
Rocks was the order of the day and the reason I found myself lying on the
aforesaid beach and straddling rock pools, to get creative, collaborate and get
the shot. Take some amazingly hard working models, a bunch of inspirational
team leaders, a creative director, and a group of photographers helping each
other out and what have you got? Take a look.
It didn't end there. Weather beaten and hungry but feeling
great, it was time for a quick bite to eat on the go before heading to
Newborough for some forest fun and a beautiful sunset beach. I could tell you
more about what we did but I’ll let the images speak for themselves.
The light was falling fast as we reluctantly called it a day
and it was dark as I drove away from a fantastic, like minded bunch of people.
Once more, that excitement at getting those images on the laptop and poring
over them was foremost in my mind. I arrived home after 11pm, tired, sandy and
with forest twigs stuck to my pants. I should have gone to bed really. Well, I
did. At about 2am.After a bit of post-processing! It’s not easy to wind down after such an explosively
creative experience and when you’ve been bitten by the photography bug the fever
will keep you up at night. And if you’re not taking photographs, you’re
processing them and if you’re not processing them, you’re writing about them,
evidently! I mean, just look at the time… J
