This was the scene yesterday at the Brighton marathon finish, where runners had just run over 26 miles. Personally, I think they’re crazy!
The looks on faces going past of pain, pride, and even relief made it worthwhile to everyone helping there.
A lot were just pleased it was over I think, and some just wanted to lay down.
Personally I think a marathon is a real test on your mental perseverance than your fitness. It doesn’t matter what time you finish, but finishing is the ultimate goal.
This should be a lot of people’s outlook on life, it’s not always a race to do things first or finish before someone else but achieving the same goal and helping each other out along the way.
Remember, slow and steady wins the race
All the best
These glow balls bring back many memories of weekends with friends as a child, messing around in a park knowing that we had the whole swing set to ourselves. Throwing glow sticks around playing catch.
I was surprised to see these on a night out, but it’s weird what sort of memories little things trigger.
The light in this photo, showing the bubbles of air that highlight the glow from the chemicals even more. It shows the darkness in life highlights the good memories.
There are many sayings that tell you that you can’t always have it good.
You wouldn’t appreciate the sun as much if it didn’t rain
All the best
This time last year, I was still in college almost finishing my A-level in photography know that it would be the last time I would do it as an academic subject. I thought that was what I wanted and that I had been pushed enough in my art, but the more I think about it, the more I sometimes wish that there was better money in GOOD photography and everyone didn’t think that picking up a camera made them a photographer.
Gone are the days where people appreciate photography as an art, now it is often seen as a media form. I get that things need to move with the times, but I have to say that I miss making portfolios of my work and having an idea and bringing into something I am truly proud of.
I used to come up with the best ideas sitting on my laptop at night writing up my previous shoot. It’s been proven that when you’re tired you are more creative and I have to say that I honestly believe in this. As someone who looks at things and wonders how I can capture them to tell a story to my readers, I find that when I’m letting my instincts tell me what to do, I get the best photographic ideas when I don’t over think a concept.
I know that some amazing photographers have no training and do it all off the top of their head but I live the fact that I was taught about how to analyse my own work and work out a way to put my idea across better. whether it be shooting; dark room or photoshop Not even just in photography but the skills that I learnt sitting in that classroom and thinking about how to improve every little aspect are far greater than being taught any math equation on the planet (yes maths has taught me skills too).
My portfolios are my pride and joy, but not many people get to see all of it, because even the words are personal. they’re your deepest thoughts and feeling behind a concept and if truly done they are a window into your imagination. People come and go, and things change in your life but regret should never be a word that comes out your mouth. you do every aspect of your actions and thinking for a reason. more often than not to make you or someone else happy, and you were happy at the time.
University is teaching me many things, academic parts of my life, but those hours spent in the dark room trying to perfect that one aspect of a shot have taught me so much more.
The photo that goes along with this is one of the many prints that I used as my final outcome for my final unit. You may have seen it before, but sometimes you need to look back to help your work go forward.
All the best
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This was a beautiful christmas present I got from my granny, and sadly will be the last I get. It’s strange, at the time I thought nothing of it and said thank you. But now it sits on my window ledge and I can’t bring myself to use any more of them. Not until I know where they came from and how to get more at least.
The colours in the photo are awesome, and it represents her so well, bright and sharp. She never missed a trick. Even if she pretended to.
If there was one person who could ever beat my dad at a board game, it was her. The only reason my sister and I wasn’t upset that she didn’t let us win, was because we knew our dad would lose too.
I will treasure this, possibly more than I should. I never showed her this photo as I didn’t think much of it at the time, but now I wish I did.
Don’t regret not sharing your work.
All the best