Compositional Errors

Barnards Farm

Its so easy after the event to see where I went wrong. I was using my brother’s Canon 70D, much heavier than my 350D and with an unfamiliar lens but no excuses, I must have left my sense of composition in my other bag.

What interested me was the pylon reflected in the water but a vertical shot which included at least some of the pylon against the sky would have been much more interesting. I do like the feint imperfect reflection with the broken cables rippled on the surface but it might have been better to move around so I had more water and less tree reflection at the far edge of the pond. There is a bright red spot of a man’s sweater top left and a dull spot of an Elizabeth Frink steel head sculpture in the top right, both of which I could have made more of somehow.

 

Thomas Heatherwick Sitooterie II

Sitooterie II

Sitooterie II

I am a great admirer of Thomas Heatherwick’s work and this week had the chance to see his Sitouterie in an Essex garden.

It is a hard subject to photograph but I went for the simple approach, looking in from the outside and looking out from the inside of the same corner. The metal spikes are hollow with amber translucent material at their tips so showing tiny spots of amber light on the inside. A young girl who happened to be there at the same time called to her grandfather “Grandpa, come and see, its the best bit of art I’ve ever seen” (I think she might have been 7 years old at the most!)

More Grey

I found another opportunity to try out photographing a subject through metal mesh, here the holes in the mesh are bigger and I was in the dark interior, the subject in full sunlight which gives the image a very different feel from the previous one I posted last week. I think they both have their merits, I would like to have more time to experiment with exposure and focus – both of these were taken on the fly.

portrait through metal mesh

Grey

Grey as a colour theme is challenging but I found a couple of opportunities during a flying visit to Aberporth, a small village in Cardigan bay in West Wales.  Whilst we ate fish and chips sitting at the aluminium tables outside the “Caffi”, the sun played hide and seek but then went elsewhere, so the light was helping to show up greyness. The soft colours and lack of contrast drew my eye to these delicate stems, no doubt soon to be bedraggled by wind and rain, the fine incised lines in the smooth concrete wall behind providing an opposing yet supporting structure.

outside grey wall

Inside I caught a figure fleetingly through the metallic grey of the mesh panel in an open door, the grey seems almost to draw a line around his profile and the white beard merges into his sweater which makes the image other-wordly.

Light falling through gaps in the floorboards after the plasterboard lining had been removed. I was intrigued by the way the light continues down from the joist over the wall, where it splays out and also over the door where it becomes more focussed. I wish I had moved slightly to the right but someone was standing there and then the moment was gone.