Well that’s February PhotoFest over another year. Thanks for following! See you next year!
My photography lecturer at university used to have this thing that the final frame would invariably be the best shot on a roll of film. His argument was you’re worrying less about getting the perfect shot and are rushing to get through the last couple of clicks of the shutter so you can start afresh. He was a bit of dick and prone to wafflely bollocks but he was often right on that. Although the clunk of the final frame not completing and then the whirr of the automatic rewind is not a sound we really hear anymore!
Aaaaaaanyway, the point of that anecdote (old fart’s trip down memory lane!) is that last week @19syllables and I were playing around with a mirror on the bend of my hallway stairs. I was trying to get a cheeky shot of her arse as she scampered down the stairs. It didn’t work. As I was giving up I shot one image of her looking out the window as she came back upstairs. I dismissed it immediately – out of focus, too much face (not that her face isn’t awesome, of course!).
I didn’t even download it with the rest of that day’s photos. Then for some reason, on Saturday morning I decided to get it off my camera and had a play with the edit. The result? I bloody love this shot. The out of focus blurring creates softness and a wistfulness that is echoed in the thoughtfulness you see in the setting of her mouth. And I love the way the light frames her and accentuates her curves.
“Ooh, that would be a fun one to try and do for mirror week,” I think as I scroll through Tumblr.
Twenty four hours later, a bit tipsy and full of sausage casserole, I’m nearly choking myself by balancing a mirror on my windpipe. Not all my ideas/inspirations are sensible but articulating them is always hilarious!
Photo by Exhibit A.
So, after a super fun week of tributes it’s the fourth and final week of February Photofest. For my final theme I’m going for mirrors. Mirrors are something I use so often in my photos they have their own tag on this blog. You can see all the photos I’ve ever included mirrors in here.
For Throwback Thursday’s re-edit I’m hopping over to Honey’s place to a photo I took of her in summer 2015. I’ve re-edited the third shot down (also copied below) so all that remains is a whisper of nipple.
Modesty said in her comment on the original a couple of weeks back that she’d kept scrolling for the opposite view. Well scroll no more…
“A beach house isn’t just real estate. It’s a state of mind.”
I have spent the last three weekends in three different beach houses. In fact, in the last 16 days I’ve only spent two days away from the seaside. It has been glorious. From exuberant weddings to much-needed solo time to hanging out with family, it’s been a restful and restorative series of June weekends. I left London dog tired; I return energised for a huge new work project and excited about a summer of socialising. Yes, I definitely recommend the calm peace of the beach house state of mind.