I have my second tutorial with Peter Fraser this afternoon and have once again been charged with shooting with my feelings following a 30-minute meditation. I’ve been very conscious this week that I didn’t want to do this exercise at home, but have been working full-time at the Big Issue and tend not to take lunchbreaks. Thankfully we finished the magazine early and I got this morning off. It’s damp and very windy so I wrapped up warm and went to Highfield Park, an area of common very close to my house. I found the most comfortable log I could find and settled down. It was fairly tough this week not to engage too much with my thoughts – worries about MA work are plaguing me at the moment – but I tried to focus instead on what I was hearing. This is inner city Manchester and certainly no unspoilt paradise, but the more I listened the more I was struck by the sense I was listening to a battle. Birds were singing and the wind was very gusty. But closing my eyes meant I ‘tuned in’ in a way I probably wouldn’t normally. These natural sounds were beautiful and calming but were competing with not one but two distant but busy railway lines and an airport flight path. The man-made sounds weren’t unpleasant – there was somehow something reassuring about them as well – but they meant I couldn’t forget where I was. When my alarm went off that was the feeling I was left with – one of gentle invasion. When I got up I found my first photo about two metres from where I had been sitting – although I hadn’t noticed the boot before. From there I honed in mostly on the litter and detritus I found as I strolled towards home, and on other signs of human encroachment.
LCC
taming the monkey
Today I had a go at shooting from what I feel, as opposed to what I see, following a lecture last week from renowned photographer Peter Fraser. He asked us to sit somewhere where we feel safe for 30 minutes with our eyes closed and to tune into what we feel. When the alarm went off we had to shoot a few photos instinctively. I’m not sure whether I did this exercise quite right but I did my best. Working at home limited my options somewhat, as did the fact it’s really quite cold and damp outside, so I ended up sitting on the floor in my bedroom. I knew what would probably happen if I sat or lay on the bed. I didn’t have too much trouble with the silence part, having learned to ‘still the chattering monkey’ when I attended meditation classes for a few years. Unfortnately my cat seemed quite confused by the whole thing and kept pawing me, playing with a pair of shoes and pouncing on a plastic bag on the floor and generally looking for attention. Since I was extremely conscious of her, I ended up photographing her afterwards. The photo is not very exciting but in some sense I do think it captures the stillness of the room at that point. An interesting exercise which I’d be keen to repeat at a more challenging time, to see what happens and how it affects my images. I look forward to seeing what my classmates come up with. Needless to say the cat went to sleep as soon as this was over.
“We are Roma”
PDF available HERE.
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** I did create a rough audio track to go with his story, but it wouldn’t really work with my pictures. If anyone’s interested in hearing it in Yuksel’s words – and hearing a little of the amazing live Roma music played at the weddings I attended check it out.
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(this is an assessed photo essay I just submitted for my MA photojournalism & documentary photography course). Thanks to Daniel, David and Rena for their invaluable feedback…
adventures in medium format
I’m borrowing a medium format camera and light meter from a friend for a few weeks and last week shot two rolls of film through it. I developed the black and white at home and just got back the colour. I’m not experienced at using film and this camera is completely manual. I think I need lots of practice both focusing it and getting the exposure right. I have a real thing for colour medium format portraits though and hope to get using it at the Booth Centre before I have to give it back. I fear I’m going to be hankering after a piece of kit like this once it goes home.
general election crisps..
…and still all the same boring flavour.
journey #2 – foureyes
Ok, so journey number two was more about me being a flaneur really, and trying out a toy camera I picked up recently. I never got into the Holga/Lomo craze and shooting film almost completely passed me by because I’ve only got into photography in the past two or three years. But I’ve recently picked up a couple of low-fi film camreas (including an underwater one in the pound store yesterday…I’m sure that one will work well) and am also planning to start shooting a bit of medium format here and there, where money allows. I’m interested to see the effect of mixing it up a bit on my photography and also I’m hoping that shooting film once in a while will help me become more thoughtful about what I do. That’s the theory, anyhow.
Anyway, so these are just some rather random snaps from a walk yesterday from the city centre up the A6 to Levenshulme, the area of Manchester where I live. It’s a gimmicky little camera and won’t be to everyone’s taste. Not having a viewfinder at all means lots of shooting from the hip, guesswork and crooked horizons. I don’t think Homer (tutor) would approve.
journey #1
Because I’ve been shooting almost every day for several weeks I decided to try to be really loose in my approach to our latest mini MA assignment of ‘journey’. I ended up having two cracks at it actually because I enjoyed it so much – both extremely mundane journeys but fun to do. This first was shot using my iphone camera, which I enjoy mucking around with because you can get some really random angles and attract no attention whatsoever. I didn’t engage with anyone on the journey…have been doing rather a lot of that lately, at the Booth Centre and with the young carers.
It’s just a tram ride to Salford Quays, where I attended Redeye’s Conflict & The Camera discussion, with Sean Sutton, Simon Norfolk, John Levy of Foto8 and Professor David Campbell.
five pictures/Hamed
I’ve attempted to put together a five-image picture story on Hamed – a former asylum seeker and now refugee from Darfur – for my first LCC photo essay tutorial tomorrow. I’m not satisfied by the images, which I feel are pedestrian at best, but I think that’s probably healthy as there’s nothing worse than smugness. I’m looking forward though to getting some specific advice from Homer, my tutor, on how I could have done this better. A fuller edit is available here.
opera house
Homeless people and opera singing are not two phrases that you’d automatically put together. But that was one of the sessions I attended today at the Booth Centre, a Manchester drop-in where I’m currently spending some time taking pictures. The singing group has already performed a number of times and I will be attending a show they’re putting on next month in the city’s Cathedral to mark the Booth Centre’s 15th birthday. I think I feel a multmedia piece coming on.
what’s cooking?
I spent the day at the Booth Centre today, a drop-in for homeless people in Manchester, where I’m going to be taking photos several days a week over the next month or so. It’s an amazingly positive little place, where the 100 or so users – many of whom are street drinkers, drug users or living with mental illness – engage in a variety of positive activities, from art groups to swimming and gym sessions and music classes. This afternoon was cooking. Obviously. Fishcakes, in case you care.
What I think is going to be an interesting challenge for me as an inexperienced photographer is to deal with the fact that a few users really don’t want to be photographed – for a variety of reasons – while others are fine with it. But during the activities they all completely mingle, which means I’m going to have to bear this fact in mind at all times. Even today out of the three people at the cooking session, one man didn’t want me to show his face. That put me out of my comfort zone immediately because it limited the way I could move around the space. I guess this is something that will just resolve itself over time, as I get to know individual people more. I hope that my approach may win some of the more reticent ones over – I try to be very gentle and sensitive in these situations and to draw as little attention to myself as I can. Maybe once they learn to trust me and get their heads around what I’m doing there, they’ll change their minds.