Simon and I went to Glasgow for a bit of urban street photography.
(We also bumped in to and assisted a friend who was having a shoot in the park that we were in … and none of us knew that the other party was going to be there, in that city, on that day, at that time. Spooky)
Being us, we don’t really do traditional street stuff, so here’s my take …
While walking the dog, I discovered that last nights mist was still lingering. So, what with it being Valentines Day, and being the hopeless romantic that I am …
I left the wife with the kids and went out for a bit with the camera down to the local pond (I’ve been here many times before, just search Dedridge Pond in the tag cloud) for a bit of dissapearing-in-to-the-mist-type stuff.
Needless to say, by the time I got back, the mist had all but vanished, but the shitty, low-laying grey cloud remained.
Not being the kind of chap that allows a bit of freedom to pass unchecked, I hung around and got these instead …
I’ve done this before, so I thought I’d try again.
It’s really quite easy to do (even more so in a car the size of mine), but the effects are simply stunning.
These were all shot with the posted 30mph speed limit (probably a bit slower than that), and are 13 second exposures.
I stood the tripod in the back of the car, with a leg wedged in to the seat fold, focused to infinity and used my remote sequence timer to activate the shutter. This meant that at no time while I was driving, did I have to touch the camera to activate it
Although there is nothing illegal in the UK about it, it just makes me feel a bit uneasy about taking photos of people that
may not be aware they are having their photos taken
could be in a moment of personal distress / or what ever the opposite of distress is
could be skivving from work and their boss happens to see their image on my website
just plain don’t want their photos taken
Now, street entertainers and politicians are a different matter and completely fair game.
Simon and I had gone in to Perth (following the Gannet) and we came across a load of “Yes” and “No” supporters and local politicos. Not being ones to stand out – and refuse free stuff – we both adorned ourselves with “Yes” stickers and a Saltire … and “No” stickers and a Union Flag.
Of course, the Saltire went on the “No” sticker side and the Union Flag went on the “Yes” sticker side.
Panic and pandemonium ensued as neither side could make out which way we were going to vote.