Popping Back

A few months have passed since my last post - my, doesn't that sounds like something from a confessional. I've been working a bit harder than usual recently, including another trip to Maidstone, several more days in the bunker in east London and a flight to the warmth of the Bahamas for a seven-day shoot in January. Despite that I've still had plenty of time for blogging and what have I written - nothing. I have no excuse.

Image wise I've been fairly active with a number of pictures uploaded to Istock, some of which are selling. I shoot in an essentially people-free style by choice, only using those irritating and uncontrollable specimens of humanity to give the pictures scale. From the point of view of sales, this makes many of my pictures less desirable although a person-free image of the Boston City skyline was on 89 downloads this morning and counting . I'm not sure I'll change this approach; I shoot pictures for my own pleasure and the ego-trip I get every time one is downloaded. Strangely enough the money isn't really a consideration and since some of the smaller images sell at 25c a time, it's not likely to become so.

Scarborough is a long-established seaside resort on the Yorkshire coast, overlooking the North Sea. It's a place of contrasts with an unpleasant, 'kiss-me-quick' area down by the harbour set against the elegant splendour of days-gone-by up on the cliffs near the Winter Gardens. For those of you who can remember my past themes, there's a group of three and some splashes of red; one splash belongs to my friend Peter whose rear end can be seen protruding out on the left hand side of the bridge. I'm getting too old and cranky for that sort of pose so most of my pictures are taken from eye-height, which is about 6' up from the ground in my case.

Well I've no idea when the next post will come so please don't hold your breath.