When I was approached to be a guest photographer, it all looked pretty straightforward. The catch was that I had to supply an image that “reflected how I felt about my work or how it’s an offshoot of my inner self”. That’s the bit that had me somewhat stumped. I decided to just say something about my work in general, and let the supplied image speak for itself. Hopefully, the dots will join up.
I’ll photograph pretty much any subject and be very happy doing so, but I have a special interest in capturing images of things that others would probably ignore. Some people might see a nice sunset and reach for their cameras. I’m probably more likely to reach for my camera when I see a battered and crusty old jandal washed up on the beach. (Hint – this is where you need to join the dots). I like the interesting patterns found in a roasting pan after the lamb is but a distant, delicious memory, the shape of a shadow rather than the object creating it, or perhaps cobweb-laced bits and pieces in an old shed. (I love the derelict old sheds too, but everybody photographs those, don’t they)?
It’s often said that a picture tells, or should tell a story. I like to think that sometimes, they should ask a question.
With regard to the image supplied, it’s one of a large series. We live at Orere Point on the Firth of Thames and I had noticed a few jandals and other items of footwear being washed up on the beach. I started photographing them, and was amazed just how many I kept finding. Many were old and decrepit, while some were in good shape, and all would have had a story. There were however, more questions than answers. Who did they belong to? How did they get here? What happened to their mates? The mystery is more compelling than the knowledge.