I’ve started today with a photo of Forge Mill Farm, I went there on Easter Sunday. It was cold! There is still some snow about and so I had to wrap up warm and try to cope with the poor light.
For weeks now I’ve been developing my story about Nick, who has lost his parents in a car accident in California. He decided to sell up and go on a road trip around the English Countryside. I’m getting a little inspiration from the photographs that I took on Sunday. This is as close to the English Countryside that I get!
If you have followed my blog about writing fiction, then you know the story so far. Nick lives in Birmingham, England in his late parents house, near the airport. His parents were killed in a horrible accident while on holiday in America and Nick is now traumatised by those events. He travelled to America to bring his parents home and now hates all things American. He is quite well off, having inherited his parents home and benefited from their insurance. Now he wants to run away and find adventure. He has bought a 30 foot long camper van and has decided to sell everything and drive around the English Countryside and look for adventure. (more…)
The light was really good at the weekend for photography and I didn’t manage to take advantage of it. Good light brings problems, but not as many as poor light. Light is photons, little bundle of pure energy that bounce around everywhere. In good light you get the photons bouncing of your subject and into the camera and that gives you the picture. You also get some photons going in directly and this gives the pictures a less clear look, you can improve it with editing. I didn’t have that problem on Monday, the light was really poor and it was going to rain! I can still edit my photographs to improve them. The picture above was after editing; I made the picture lighter. (more…)
Sunday afternoon in summer
I still have a cold but I think my throat is better; I’m not coughing so much. The picture is the Metro, it runs from Birmingham to Wolverhampton. This is a an artistic impression. I can control my coughing now, but still not sure about the sneezing. One sneeze while I’m driving and we could have a pile up. It would be like something out of last night’s film on TV where they wrecked half the town. No, I didn’t win the lottery, not a sniff… It’s a typical Sunday afternoon in summer; boring…
I’ve used a photograph of the pub to begin this blog. I took a few photographs on the day I took this one and took this on my way home through the car windscreen! It’s not a typical English pub, but one of the oldest at just over 500 years since it was first established. It used to have a workshop at the back and was a coaching Inn. The workshop made parts for guns and they went by coach to the gun makers of Birmingham. The coaches regularly got robbed by that famous highwayman Dick Turpin who was said to be a regular in the ‘Sign of the Bottel’ as it was known then. He was eventually caught and they tried to hang him but he jumped from the gallows and committed suicide rather than give them the satisfaction. Nice one; Dick… (more…)