Photography. Fascinating.

 

No matter what our photographic interest is, no matter how long we have taken to set-up the shot, wait for the subject, analyse the scene, make a decision about the light; once the shutter is pressed, the moment is captured. It’s a static representation of a moment in time. The moment may be as short as 1/8000th of a second, or as long as an hour, distilled into a single image.

As said, it’s fascinating.

A photographic image conveys far more than any language can adequately describe.

I’ve been taking photographs for quite a while. I became interested in ‘photography’, a broad descriptive word, after owning a few cameras as a kid, and then using a Canonet 35mm camera that my dad let me use when on a holiday once in Austria. Seeing the possibilities of this, I chased out in the spring of 1985 to Dixons, and bought my first SLR and lens. My first ‘proper’ camera as I thought then.

In 2000, I had my hands on a digital camera. It’s results were questionable in terms of colour resolution and gamut. However, a couple of years later, after owning a digital camera (a Kodak DC240, and subsequently a DC290),

I made the jump to digital SLR, after borrowing a Canon D60, and seeing the possibilities of the digital medium instead of film. I plunged into the world of Nikon (they were offering the best deal), and bought a D100. I’ve never looked back.