It’s great to see Liverpool do big fireworks displays on Bonfire Night again. Sure we’ve had stunning ones for cruise ship visits but I think it’s been a while since there was a bonfire night one.
I’m usually commissioned to photograph these events so it was nice to have the night off and enjoy it as a human. Of course I took a camera just in case.
It was a stunning display. My wife and I really enjoyed it. We loved that it was a big display in New Brighton so we could easily walk down the prom, watch the display, get food and then wander home. Great stuff. We didn’t see any of the bigger display by the Liverpool waterfront but that was fine. It’s nice to have a night off in your home town.
So despite being off duty I took a camera but felt like I failed to get my normal firework photos. Sure I could have taken a big setup but I wanted to relax. That meant my human side enjoyed the night. My photographer side was annoyed for taking a day off. Stupid brain.
Great display. Great use of New Brighton. Now if we could just get a good old fashioned bonfire on the beach that’d be ace.
Last week I was stressing out over some portraits. I kept telling myself I can’t do this. Over and over. I simply can’t do this. I should have bought a drone instead of my Leica and stuck to buildings. Buildings can’t hurt me, outside of falling on me or me falling off. I did what I often do and stress about cameras. I need a new one. The ones I have are rubbish. Stupid things like that. I guess it’s my octopus brain lashing out at things trying to latch onto fears. ¯_(?)/¯ Read More
I occasionally worry that I should live in the big city. That I should be close to daily life there to better document it. It’s harder to make good photos in the “suburbs” where it’s quieter. That said it’s sometimes more important to try. I guess modern day fear of missing out makes me think I should be living in a big city. Plus, living on the other side of a river means you always have a bus to catch to get home. There’s no nice long walk from the cinema or restaurant. It’s broken up by an anxious bus trip home filled with noisy humans. Read More
Monday morning. It’s dark. Darker than it should be. I grab my camera, iPhone, put my AirPods on and leave the cafe. It feels strange out. There’s something not quite right with the light.
While photographing the Pride march I had flashbacks to being in secondary school in the 1990s where kids, people I called friends, would throw terms like “Gay” and “Homo” around with no thought at all. You wanted to insult someone? Easy. Call them a gay. I think back on that now and it’s simply horrific. The idea of using what someone uses to empower themselves as a derogatory word to hurt someone else is absurd now. Different times eh. Read More
The other night we were watching the latest episode of Doctor Who, season 10 episode 2. The Doctor and his companion, Bill, landed on an alien world of fields right out of Gladiator and some futuristic looking architecture. That architecture was not all CG models inspired by contemporary designs. It was actually Valencia, Spain and the work of Santiago Calatrava. It was a thrill to see it being used this way. The place is utterly bonkers and feels completely futuristic right down to the spaceship that’s landed at one end and is now an opera house. Read More