One Stop Up

26th February 2008

I’m used, now, to receiving odd glances from strangers in public wondering what I’m up to, what’s so interesting about a thistle, or a motor cycle parked down an alleyway. Often I’ll be asked questions by curious passers by who obviously think I’m a member of the local newspaper. I usually just tell them they’ll read about it later or that it’s just artsy rubbish and I won’t bore them with the details, you see, I’m an amateur photographer, and I take my camera everywhere I go.

As many like me will tell you, the day you forget your camera, that’s the day you see the most tremendous shot, the one that you will never again be able to capture, and it’s true.

Since August I’ve been planning to capture the morning sunrise that can only be captured early on a January morning, my plan was that I’d catch the bus as usual everyday to college and on the day that the clouds have gone wandering and the solar cycle matches the exact time of the buses journey that the distant star’s orangey glow spreads over the dew on the meadows towards the road, I would hit the bell and capture the landscape in the short few minutes that it exists, of course, it just so happened that this day did finally arrive after five months of waiting and of course, I’d forgotten to charge my camera’s battery the night before! This being a battery that only needs a charge once a week with my usage and I let it run down, I hopefully checked the scene over the next few days but the clouds had returned from their vacation and had no plans of moving soon.

Since then, I’d been having a bit of “Photographers Block” where I just couldn’t spot a decent shot anymore. There’s a world of beauty to be captured through the lens out there and the key to a good photo is to be able to spot what to the naked eye looks just ordinary and through capturing it in a rectangle some how show it as something spectacular. The problem with a photography block is, I could no longer do this, having started to feel like the shot that I dreamed about had just blown past, the motivation that powered that vigilant eye had gone.

Now for a while I’ve had canvas prints of some of my photos on the wall in my living room and for a while my friends and family that visit have told me that I should take them to places in Dundee and try to sell them, it’s something I’ve always wanted to do but something I’ve always thought of as just a dream, well today I finally decided to try it out.

I took one of my prints off the wall and stuck a label on the back stating it was one of a limit of fifty I’d be willing to print, I took the advice of some friends online, valued it at