I picked up the final item in my camera package today - the tripod. Walked into town with Gizmo to collect it (about a 90 minute round-trip). On the way back, walking through Crookes Valley Park, I couldn’t resist (very foolishly) sitting down on a park bench in near pitch darkness, pulling the tripod and head out of their boxes, unwrapping them and trying to work out, using my hands alone, how to fit the whole lot together. I’m glad I did it (and also glad that, as far as I’m aware, no pieces dropped out) because it meant that I got to take this lush 25-second exposure shot: just check out those ducks!
Archive for November, 2005
I’ve rushed my first lot of photos from the new camera up onto a new Life page. These were taken on the first evening I got my camera, hence I still had a lot to learn about lighting, focusing and white balance. I still have a lot to learn about all those things, but I feel I’ve moved on a lot in the four days since then. Still, here, warts and all (and far too much clumsy retouching), are my photos from a night with the Sheffield Contemporary Art crew, on a crawl of Sheffield’s galleries.





Since I got my camera last week, I’ve taken a huge number of snapshots, all pretty much at random but some of them have come out beautifully. I’m especially pleased with some of the shots of people. Rowan and Lola, of course, always come out looking gorgeous. Rowan has blossomed recently, she looks about three years older than she did a fortnight ago. I took a couple of pictures of her pushing Becki’s pushchair and, if you didn’t know better, you’d think it was yet another shocking example of young mums nowadays. Lola continues to look cute, but with her too something has changed recently (I think it’s her neck thinning out) which makes her look less toddlerish and more girlish. Mark even managed to capture a few half-decent photos of me, once I’d shown him how to press the button on the camera, and even Gill likes the photos I’ve take of her (and she is, of course, the harshest critic of photos of herself). I especially like the one above, a great example of accidental composition: the light above her head (which I didn’t even notice when I took the shot) and the shadow at the bottom (caused by the lens hood) give it a nice duality, and the "horns" the light gives her make her look like the Egyptian goddess Isis. All totally unplanned and unintended.

On Thursday, Mark came to Sheffield and we visited the artistst Peep (Paul Priestley) in his studio.
I took lots of photos. I was blown away by his work. It was incredibly varied, but almost all of it drew heavily upon religious sources (in particular, the Bible)
and featured salvaged and adapted childrens’ toys (often motorised) in the guises of various mythical beings. Incredible, like Jan Svankmajer does Dante only gaudier and more beautiful. I absolutely love his work, I don’t remember ever being quite this excited about a living artist. I hope to produce a piece on him for FAD, although at the moment I’m not quite sure where to start.
On Wednesday I finally cracked. I’ve been lusting after a new camera (preferably a fairly top-end Canon jobbie) for about three years now, but the desire eventually grew too strong for me and I had to get my wallet out.
Actually, several factors contributed to this. I think what really tipped the balance is that Mark & I have been asked to take some before and after shots for a new interior design company, sister company to Wimpole Holdings, and I really didn’t think my old Sony could hack it. I toyed with the idea of buying a decent and more affordable point-and-shoot which should get us through, but as my lust for a digital SLR has been so strong for so long, it seemed silly to throw money at a cheaper model when I would (hopefully) eventually be moving up to something better anyway.
The other reason, the one which has been grinding away at my resolve for years now, is that I am getting seriously pigged off with my Sony DSC-F505V, which I bought four years and which was old even at the time (I got it at a knock-down price as it was the last one in the shop, the box was open and the memory card was missing). I suppose you could say it’s served me well, I’ve produced a few lovely photos with it, and a hell of a lot of duff ones. I’ve posted many of my photos here, mainly in the life section of my website, and from time-to-time people have inflated my ego by saying nice things about them. They’ve even attracted a little commercial interest, I’ve made a seriously small amount of money by selling a couple of them on, and one of them was seriously under consideration for use on the cover of a design book which would have been sold, among other places, in the Tate Gallery shop. That would have been nice, being able to claim with some degree of truth that my photography is on display in the Tate Gallery, but sadly I fell at the final hurdle and a different style of cover was chosen.
But despite all the wonderful things my Sony and I have done together over these last four years, I have grown to hate it. Two major reasons turned me against it: firstly, it only has an LCD screen, which was always useless in the daytime and since becoming pretty badly scratched is not much use in the nighttime either. I’ve been longing for a camera with a viewfinder, which I can perhaps use to compose pictures rather than just aiming in the general direction and hoping that something nice comes out. And secondly, my Sony is so sloooooow, from pressing the button down to actually getting a picture takes about 4 seconds, twice that if I have to switch it on as well (which I usually do have to do, because the batteries don’t last very long, so I can’t leave it on standby just in case a decent picture happens along). As I have kids, and a lot of the pictures I take are of them, waiting 4 seconds or more for a picture is just not on, that cute smile can turn into a tantrum in a far shorter time than that.
Because of these various disappointments, and the fact that I feel I’ve progressed almost as far as I usefully can with such a hobbled camera, I have almost stopped taking pictures recently. As anyone who follows this site regularly (and there are one or two) knows, it’s been far, far too long since I updated the life section. Actually, I do have a few sets of photos from the last year or more waiting to go up there, but my interest in photography in general has waned just because I haven’t felt the same thrill about it, and haven’t been able to improve in the two areas I specifically want to address which are composition and spur-of-the-moment shots.
So, I decided to get a Canon EOS-20D (actually a decision made a year or two ago, but which I only allowed myself to pretend I could afford very recently), and after a few days of hunting around, I went to my local Jessops determined to buy a whole bunch of goodies (I also needed a tripod, as well as the various bits and pieces which are necessary when buying an SLR body, such as a lens, UV filter, memory card, etc) and to drive a hard bargain for the job lot, or at least get something thrown in for free. Nothing doing on that score, unfortunately. I haggled with the shop manager for an eternity, but doing so actually left me quite depressed. It seems they sell the camera bodies for next to nothing (he showed me the cost price of some of the stuff I was buying, and it seems they make a "profit" of under £5 on this £900 camera body, which can’t be enough even to cover their costs), in the hope that they can sell some accessories along with it. Most of the accessories don’t have a huge amount of profit built in either. I ended up quite depressed that high street retailers have had to cut margins back to the point where there’s no room for haggling, in order to compete with Internet sellers. I wasn’t even so bothered by the fact that I’d had to pay the quoted price on everything, as much as I was by the fact that I lost out on that great feeling you get when you feel that you’ve got something on the cheap.
I was doubly gutted because, after being told that everything I wanted was in stock and then going for a little walk to assess what I was about to let my credit card in for, I returned and was told they’d made a mistake - the lens they thought they’d had, the one I’d asked for, was actually a lesser spec version. This threw me into another quandry but in the end I bought camera body, tripod and memory card at Jessops, then came straight home and ordered my Sigma 18mm-50mm f2.8 EX lens and a UV filter. The next day was agony, as both had been dispatched separately and I had to go out at 1.30pm. The filter, which cameraking had posted to me, arrived just after midday, and the lens itself, UPSed from Sigma, got here a few minutes before I was due to leave. Fate was shining upon me.
So there you have it. I have a new camera (and, my god, it’s gorgeous), a new excuse to take lots of photos (almost 1000 taken already in the two days since I’ve had the camera), and hopefully a new lease of life.
Pictures, hopefully, to follow ![]()
I mentioned to Arthur last night that, once the current play is over, I’d really like to start playing with a band again (by the way, I did mention the play, didn’t I? This one, with me in the lead role - book your tickets now, etc).
I was thinking about this more as I drove up from London this morning. Now, I’ve long thought that my ideal band would play music that was a not-so-subtle blend of psychobilly and prog rock, with a zillion other influences scattered lightly over the surface. So, somewhere between garage rock and art rock, or between outhouse and arthouse, and my brain got to work doing its word-mashing thing. Initially, because at the moment I am thinking mainly in German (I have Germans staying with me), the words came into my head auf Deutsch - Outhaus, Arthaus (perhaps also because I’d just seen a review of a gig by Bauhas). But then, because neither of those names expresses the mischung of the two, I thought… OutHarse. It has a certain (ugly) ring to it which I like. And it is descriptive in more ways than one, any music this imaginary band of mine plays will inevitably come “out th’arse”. Perfekt!
I’m posting this in the hope that it will save somebody from having to go through what I’ve just suffered, trying to get my Japanese-language website to display properly.
I have been trying to make a website using Japanese characters. Surprisingly, it was all going very well, everything seemed to work pretty much OK once I had stuck the requisite <META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=utf-8"> tag in there.
However, when I converted the site to PHP and modularised it, I had lots of problems with include files. I would paste some Japanese characters into the includes, in exactly the same way as I had done for the main pages, but when I checked the website all of the Japanese characters were replaced by question marks. I then re-opened the include file in Dreamweaver MX2004 and found that there too all my lovingly pasted Kanji had morphed into a long line of “?”s.
I searched in vain for a solution - lots of stuff on the web telling me how to make my web pages Japanese, but nothing dealing with mere snippets where I didn’t have the luxury of throwing in a UTF-8 header. Eventually I stumbled on the solution, while browsing through the Dreamweaver preferences. I went to Edit->Preferences->New Document and changed the default encoding to UTF-8. Then I created a new blank PHP document (switching settings didn’t seem to have any effect on the old documents, only on newly created ones), paste all of the code from the old PHP include file, then paste the Kanji in the relevant places, save it, and when all is done don’t forget to switch default coding back to Western European. Et voilà! My Japanese script looks like proper Japanese script, not like a row of question marks. Hurrah!
I’ve been practicing my German language recently, and making good progress, as this week our friends from Bochum are coming to stay and when we last saw them (at Easter) I promised I would be fluent when we next met.
A big part of my learning has come from watching German (and Austrian) DVDs, and trying not to rely on the subtitles too much (it would be impossible at the moment to do without them completely). I’ve bought, hired and borrowed every single one I could find recently, and have had a great time watching them. I’ve been very impressed by the general quality, and wondering whether this is because German films are, in general, very good, or because only the ones worth watching ever make it into translation are the best.
Here’s a quick summary of what I’ve watched these last few weeks:
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