Here we are in the middle of Summer and I am considering doing up my cardigan as I watch the rain pour down outside. I’m also wearing cosy warm ugg boots and contemplating turning the heater on.
I am not complaining about any of this. Although I love the change of seasons, my favourites are Autumn and Winter; nothing beats being cosy and warm inside while weather happens on the other side of the window.
Today, you are reading the sixth post on this blog for 2019. I can’t remember if I mentioned I had set myself a goal of publishing eight posts before the 7th of February, so consider that mentioned now. Ever since I discovered I only wrote eight blog posts for the entirety of 2018, I thought I would get 2019 off to a good start by equalling that number as soon as possible.
Given that this is post number six and it’s the 10th of February, you can already tell I didn’t meet the goal, but I’m in no way disappointed. I mostly underestimated the impact of going back to full-time work, but I’m still on track to beat my 2018 total!
So with that ramble out of the way (if you’re new, please be aware that you’ll need to get used to constant rambling), let’s get to the topic of this post: my life behind the lens of a camera.
Ever since I bought my first digital point-and-shoot camera, I’ve watched a lot of exciting events through a viewfinder. Photography is in my genes, passed down from my grandfather and my dad, and it means I get excited about new lenses or embracing new photographic technology.
You might think I miss out on things while I’m busy taking photos of them and perhaps I do, to a certain extent. But I think it’s important to preserve these moments – to capture images that will wake up long-forgotten memories in some distant future – although this does mean I’m often not in many photographs myself.
On the other hand, I have quite a collection of photographs of me taking photographs and I thought I’d share a few of them with you today.
Tessellated in Tasmania
Way back in 2010, four of the Failboats went on their very first roadtrip to Tasmania. We had the vaguest of plans and basically stopped whenever we saw something interesting, including this stop at the Tessellated Pavement. I’m pretty sure the whole area is called Pirate Bay, which appealed to us immensely, despite the lack of actual pirates. You see me captured in the act of photography, although it looks as though I’m ignoring the fascinating rock phenomenon at my feet in favour of something else.
If we jump forward to 2016, you’ll find me on the balcony of a lighthouse – the Split Point lighthouse, to be precise. This was during our Great Ocean Roadtrip, which is one of my top five roadtrips to date; I’ll be sharing some more of this adventure in an upcoming episode of the Roadtrip Diaries.
We are massive fans of lighthouses, as you may have learned in my post about our Queenscliff trip, hence the mad smile on my face.
The Perils of Long Hair
Windy days + long hair = ruined photos! I can’t even tell you how many lovely photos have been marred by an errant strand of hair passing over the lens at precisely the wrong time. For a while, there was a bit of a trend where we took photos of each other as we took photos of each other (that will make sense if you let it sink in for a second or two). This means I have a fabulous corresponding photo of my friend, Emily, with a fringe of my hair across the top half of the frame.
Capturing the Details
When your friend has made fabulous cake pops and arranged them artistically, it would be rude not to capture the moment. As it happens, we eat a lot of delicious food whenever we go away and I’ve made it my mission to record the deliciousness for future reminiscing. From photos of our epic antipasto platters to empty breakfast plates at fabulous cafés, I have it all recorded.
My favourite part of this photo is not my readiness to snap an image at a millsecond’s notice or even that fabulous coat with the detachable faux-fur collar that I used to call my Winterfell Coat. No, it’s the fact that there was a massive, dangerous drop to the beach far below and not a guard rail or fence to be seen. We had a fabulous time exploring these dunes and deadly cliffs in Rye and the fact that we got massively lost and wandered around for ages trying to find our way home only added to the fun.
The Fashion Photographer
When you’re on a gorgeous island in the pacific and your friend is looking fabulous, you only have one option: photograph the heck out of everything. Fortunately, my friends are accustomed to being the subjects of my camera at all times and they’re always ready with a pose or two. Or ten. Everyone needs friends like this, really.
Everyone’s a Photographer
I love this photo because it captures a moment in time that won’t come again: everyone on this trip had a camera. It was so normal then! Digital point-and-shoot cameras were affordable and mobile phones were mostly for calls and texting – you wouldn’t dream of taking photos with them. So here we all are, posing for a silly photograph under the longest wooden bridge I’ve ever driven across.
Have I missed out on moments because I was watching them through a camera lens? Perhaps. I never feel that way, though. I feel as though my photography is part of the event itself. I’ve always loved to capture the ordinary moments as well as the extraordinary and I honestly can’t see a time when I won’t want to do that.
Soon, I’ll talk about the next step when you have a million photographs stored on your phone or computer: printing them. I’ve made four photobooks so far and I absolutely love to pull them off the shelf and flip through our adventures or share them with my friends so we can sit and remember all the fun we’ve had together.
And then we’ll realise something happened ten years ago and we can’t work out how so much time has gone past already. It’s a double-edged sword.
Are you a photographer to your friends, too? Does your long hair feature by accident in your pics? Let me know in the comments below – I’d love to have a chat with you.