A Monkey's Revenge - My Blog
May 30, 2015
After an absence of over a year I finally decided to rejoin 'Instagram' which was named 'Instagrab' by me and many other photographers after appearing to do a rights grab on anybody uploading photos to it.
I missed uploading to it in truth. It's quick and easy and a great way to show recent work or just fun stuff which you may or may not have shot on your mobile phone.
So why the change of heart by me then? Well, I did switch to EyeEm for a while but for me it just didn't seem as good as Instagram. So I gave up on it.Then Instagrab got taken over by Facebook. I've been a 'Facebook tart' for years so decided as I upload loads of stuff to FB I might as well include their photo sharing 'club'. The difference now is that I watermark everything and include a copyright notice.The pics are small and I make sure they are uploaded at low res.
It looks to me like the cat is well and truly out of the bag now. If you upload anything at all to the internet then people will steal it, alter it, consider it theirs, etc. So the only way to avoid that is to become a hermit and go and live in a cave somewhere. That's too radical for me, and besides there is no TV reception in a cave. So I've decided to embrace the internet rather than reject it and if people steal my humble efforts for commercial sites, etc then I can always sue them for breach of my copyright and flagrancy if they remove the watermarks. If you'd like to follow me on Instagram, I'm 'Johnwattsrobertson'on there.
Feb 10, 2015
The road less travelled- No, I'm not talking about the self help book of the same name, although you could claim taking photos just for myself on the way back from a paying job is self-help I suppose ;-)
Sometimes I decide not to go the usual route to places and avoid the toll roads and busy motorways. Last week was no exception with a choice between a trip along the M6 and forking out £11 on tolls or taking the scenic route through the snowy Peak District up to Stockport.
I'm always on the lookout for sellable photos, stock or otherwise during my travels and sometimes see things I feel I have to photograph just for myself. These two were both taken from inside my nice warm car with the windows down and briefly stopped in a layby at Bottomhouse near Leek. The sheep were on one side of the car and the dry stone wall against a snow-covered steep hill on the other side. I guess I will stick them with my stock collection in any case, but I enjoyed taking them during a 10 minute coffee break.
Dec 6, 2014
The best camera is the one you have with you. These days that usually means a phone with a built in camera-in my case an iPhone 4s. This was taken today during a coffee break after shopping in Kettering town centre. I liked the way the reindeer stickers on the window seemed to be floating in the air. Problem is that I find my iPhone's camera very difficult to use for street photography and capturing a moment. I hate the lack of a viewfinder in any camera. Also the shutter lag and the incredible 'pull' on the volume shutter button. Lack of control on focus and shutter speed-etc,etc.
There are good things about the smartphone camera though. Number one of these is they are so ubiquitous that nobody takes the slightest interest in what you are doing. The quality is good enough for web use. If you are into filters there are tons of them to give 'professional effects'. We pro's will probably turn our noses up at these filters, but if it helps people enjoy photography then that can only be good news in my book.
Many newspapers are sending reporters out with smartphones for video reporting and even to take stills pics. That is always going to be second best to doing the job properly with a trained pictures person and decent gear, but in these 'good enough' times I don't see anything changing soon on that front unfortunately.
It often amazes me when I see other photographers work on smartphone cameras. It can be very accomplished unlike my humble effort above.I have no idea how they do it with so many limitations. Perhaps I don't use mine enough to be familiar with work-arounds. I think I'll wait until somebody makes a real pocket sized digi camera that produces lovely files and has a great viewfinder. Hopefully before I retire ;-)
Nov 14, 2014
I've gotten out of the habit of regular blog postings. The problem is that a lot of the stuff I photograph these days can't be pre-published on here. So by the time it is published it's often a month or so ago from when I did the job and I've moved on to the next thing.
So I've decided on general rambling posts instead-here is the first one!
I'm so old that when I started in newspapers they were printed using hot metal press- paper in contact with metal set in a 'stone'.
This image is of a 'stone' at Oxford Uni Press. Fancy type. Not the same as was generally used on newspapers.
When I first started on an evening newspaper, it was located in an old workhouse. To get to the photographic department you had first to negotiate the print room with it's stones and machinery that clinked and clanked as the hot metal cooled down after that night's print run.
It was traditional for photographers to hide amongst the machinery on the newbie's first night duty and throw bits of the metal type near where they would walk to get to the stairs. Of course the old lags had laid the ground well in the first place by telling tales of ghosts to the newbie in the afternoon.
Another trick was to stick a white lab coat in the darkroom, complete with broom handle and old newspapers stuffed inside to make it more lifelike, then illuminate this with old PF flashbulbs linked to a battery and a thin tripwire or home-made device that went off when the poor unfortunate victim opened a door. It's a wonder more photographers didn't drop dead of a heart attack on being presented with a flash going off in the dark and a nicely lit ghostly apparition!
Aug 2, 2014
Facebook is a wonderful tool for keeping in touch and getting back in touch with old friends. I just discovered Jo Knowsley who used to be one of the writers for The Sunday Telegraph back in the days when it was seperate from The Daily Tel.
A kiwi by birth, Jo shares that peculiar New Zealander trait of being more british than the british. I remember her ticking me off once when I said something she considered disparaging to the royal family ;-)
I also remembered our trip to report on an old hill farmer way up in north Yorkshire who was struggling to make ends meet. We got up at silly o'clock to arrive in time before milking at 5.30 am. I casually remarked that it was "a bit bloody early to be taking pictures" and this time it was the farmer who ticked me off. "We'll have none of that profanity here, young man" he said as he invited us inside his cosy farmhouse. He then proceeded to read the bible and finish his breakfast off while we were waiting to join him to get the cows in and start milking them. Now I know there is a myth about Yorkshiremen and miserliness, but on subsequent occasions I can prove that to be untrue. On this particular day it proved to be the case though-not so much as a cup of tea was offered!
We duly fetched the few cows in to the milking parlour and then went back to look through the diaries the old chap had kept over the years. It had been a hard life-long hours and little financial reward despite people's popular opinion that all farmers are loaded!
Farmer Giles,(I've forgotten his real name), next rounded up the sheep as it was market day and he was taking them to be sold. Fastest way for him to make enough money to keep going. Unfortunately they didn't sell and he brought them all home again- a loss by the time he forked out for the diesel to take them to market and the extra feed he would need to get in for the coming winter.
Eventually we saw on TV that Farmer Giles had gone out of business,(Channel Four did a TV documentary on him after our visit). Sadly hill farming on a small scale simply wasn't viable at the time and I imagine he was one of many who had to give up the job and their way of life.
Farmer Giles turned out to be Paul Dunn- and he has written a book and also done voice recordings for the BBC as well as the C4 documentary. It was in Helmsley, N. Yorkshire.
The Channel Four documentary is here.