Goosander

After the cool morning shots that I went out to capture (and which you saw in my last post) this was my second objective.

The previous day I had been told that there was a pair of Red-Breasted Merganser on the lake and some Goldeneye and I had even seen this pair of Goosander swimming around so I hoped to get some shots of these and the other species mentioned. As it turned out the Goldeneye were too far out on the lake to get a clear picture and there was no sign of any red-breasted merganser. The Goosander is also known as the common merganser and is larger than the red breasted variety. I do wonder whether someone had confused the two and reported the wrong species or whether I had missed out.

Even so it was nice to watch this pair swimming, and feeding together, they certainly make an elegant couple, and I was pleased to be able to get these shots.

I was interrupted in my efforts by a guy who wanted to talk about a range of topics from cameras to film making, street photography and even revolution. He had some interesting anecdotes and ideas some of which were quite compelling. However, while I might share my thoughts about different things from time to time I will try to avoid making this blog political and keep the focus largely on photography and the images themselves.

Have a great day.

 

Morning Glow

I have used a range of exposures for theses shots; the shortest exposure being 2.5 seconds  the longest being 15 seconds. Given the brightness of the sunrise I also used a 32ND filter and aperture of f22 and ISO 100. My camera was also mounted on a tripod of course.

It was a beautifully crisp and clear morning as you can see. There was virtually no breeze at all however I was surprised that there was still quite a lot of disturbance on the lake's surface making the longer exposures essential. You can still see the rippled surface to the left of the jetty in the first few images. The colour images give a sense of warmth from the sunlight despite the fact it was bitterly cold. The black and white image does give a sense of how cold it was but also looks like it could have been shot on a different day entirely.

I like using long exposures, when the subject is right of course, the calendar I produced for 2025 is almost exclusively long exposure photos. This method allows more light onto the sensor/film and exposes more detail in the image. This is really useful when doing night skies, it can create subtle motion blur and can also provide fun details like light trails from traffic. In the images below it has been used to smooth out the surface of the water and to create some nice soft reflections.

Although longer exposures capture more detail there is another slightly counter intuitive effect that is possible and that is it can help eliminate moving people/objects from a scene. Depending of course on how fast or slow the people/objects are moving and how long an exposure is used. In the final image below you can see how this has worked with a small group of people walking  on the path around the marine lake just below and to the right of the moon. They appear as a white blur, had I used a longer exposure I could have removed them completely but then the whole image would have been washed out. It is fun to try different things and develop these skills. The fact that this location is within walking distance of my home means that I can practice often without having to make any long journey. It means I can make better use of what is local to me, something I mentioned in another recent post. Anyway enjoy the pictures and hopefully a sense of calm.

I love where I live. 

 

Standing Out

I have lived in my present home for more than half my life. Prior to moving here I had lived in 14 different homes which on average means a move every two years. That is slightly skewed by the different addresses I shared over 4 years in University but even without that the longest I spent at any one address was 4 years.

One of the consequences of those frequent moves was that it was hard to make or maintain friendships, and it also made it difficult to feel that I fitted in. That being said however, moving around meant that I had a lot of opportunities that other kids didn't have. I got to see more of the country, experiencing life in large towns and in very rural areas. I had the freedom to explore, and even do some pretty foolish things. I have met many  interesting people and had some great times. I learned to be independent and I feel confident going to new places.

I have been thinking about this recently because in my social media feeds I have had a number of "friend suggestions" for people who have attended some of the schools I attended many years ago. Some of the names I remember, most I don't but it has been interesting to think about the different directions peoples lives have taken them.

I have also thought about some of the interesting characters I have met and despite only being in my life briefly have stood out for one reason or another. One such person, whose name I certainly do not recall was a couple of years older than me and I met him at school when I was 11. He would ask people for their full date of birth and then as quick as anything would tell them the day of the week on which they had been born. I was fascinated by this ability and I would get some of my friends to go and test him out, every time he was right. I asked all my family what day of the week they had been born on and used their dates of birth to test him, he never failed. In the book that I have just finished reading there is a character, a 15 year old boy who spends all his time in a library, rarely speaking to anyone but who has the same ability, it felt like a strange coincidence that I had been thinking about that lad in school and then to read about someone in a work of fiction. (There is clearly no connection because my school was in Kent and the novel is from Japan), I had never really considered that there might e someone else who could do this amazing thing.

Despite having this unusual ability this lad had no desire to stand out, he kept mostly to himself and I can imagine that he would have been a little fed up with people like me pestering him to perform. At 11 I didn't appreciate that but now I am so much older I definitely understand. I have been in situations where the spotlight has been on me and while that can bring its own rewards I find that it is nicer to slip into the background and do my own thing.

The images that I have chosen to accompany my musings today were all taken last week. The first is of Little Eye, the smallest of three islands in the small archipelago that consists of Little Eye, Middle Eye and Hilbre Island. It is a good mile offshore and when the tide is out it seems further away and little more than a lump of rock which is a marker for those walking to the other islands. Surrounded by the tide as it is here, it appears larger and stands out a little more.

The wind turbines are also quite interesting, they are part of the Burbo Bank wind farm and at times under different light and atmospheric conditions they appear tiny and far far away. On other occasions they can appear much closer, and sometimes, like here with the mist surrounding them they can appear to be floating above the horizon.

The person in the final image stood out to me, in part because of the way she is silhouetted against the misty hills in part because of her reflection in the calm water of the lake and also because with the tide rising it would not be long before the sea was coming over the path and I wondered whether she would make round without getting her feet wet.

 

Falling Sideways

I have had a couple of good days out with my camera in the past week and got some lovely shots of a mix of different subjects on and around the marine lake in West Kirby, and also along the beach on my walk back home. I have some wildlife shots, some landscape and sunrise shots as well as a few random images of stuff that caught my eye and that I figured I could do something creative with.

In my last post I shared a few pictures from the first day and I now have loads more to sort through and share. I wasn't sure what to post today however I settled on the two images below. A couple of abstract images of a waterfall, actually the sluice overflow that allows the lake to drain without constantly overtopping the path around it. I have flipped the images counter clockwise through 90 degrees creating a very pleasing effect with the stream of water flowing sideways rather than falling down as it actually was. I used different exposures and I have made some adjustments (white balance, shadows etc) in lightroom to create contrasting images from effectively the same scene.

Falling sideways is an apt title for this post because that is what the images show. It is also a reference to the fact that I took a tumble on the walk home. I lost my footing on the path because I was distracted by a group of people doing some conservation work on the dunes and I wasn't looking where I was going. I landed quite heavily, and must have looked quite a sight as I clattered to the ground. One person came rushing to offer assistance and after checking that I was OK one of his fellows quipped "never mind are you OK how is your camera?" As  dusted myself down I admit that was actually my first priority. Fortunately it is fine.

As I walked the rest of the way home (about 1.5 miles) I could feel myself stiffen up and although I dismissed the idea of getting someone to come and pick me up (I probably should have done) I used the time  on the rest of the walk to ponder the question "did I fall over, or did I have a fall?" It is a funny thing that young people "fall over"  but when an older person takes a tumble they're said to have "had a fall". Does "having a fall" refer to the act of falling itself or is it a indication of perhaps more serious consequences of falling when an older person is the one who falls that is what it seems to imply to me. I can't pretend I am as young as I like to believe I am, and certainly I feel more fragile after this incident even though I have suffered only bruises, a few lingering aches and pains and a degree of embarrassment. I am also aware that in the past I would have laughed, bounced back up and not even given this event a second thought. Nevertheless despite the creeping of the years I will not be deterred, next week I am starting horse riding lessons. Oh yes! wish me luck.

For now enjoy these images and look out for more in my next post... 

Sorry, Not Sorry

 Earlier today I took a walk down to the marine lake at West Kirby, I had seen some male Goosander yesterday but didn't have my camera so went back today in the hope of getting some shots. Unfortunately I was short on time and missed out on that score however I did manage a few nice shots of some Turnstone and a flock of Redshanks roosting on a pontoon. 

I was speaking to a guy who informed me of some other species I might be interested to see but they were further out on the lake and I didn't get to photograph them. He mentioned that a Shag had been spotted and I was fortunate enough to not only see it but to watch it fishing. The water was still and clear so each time it dived I could watch its progress under water and with my grandson along for the walk we enjoyed guessing whether it would come up with a shrimp or fish in its beak.

When asked what this bird was I had told someone it was a cormorant but I believe it is a Shag. The two birds are of course very similar and so although I am sorry for giving misleading info to that passer-by I am not really sorry because they are closely related and at the time we were chatting it was quite a way off, it was only when I saw it close up I realised my error. 

I love the way they swim, almost half submerged and they dive so gracefully, barely breaking the surface. Then when the return to the surface their dark feathers have a beautiful glossy sheen.

Anyway here are a couple of the images I got of the Shag. I will share some photos of the other birds in due course and I will be back by the lake tomorrow to see what is about then, as long as the weather is as forecast.

Comeback Kid

 A few months ago I watched a rerun of a TV show about Cornwall, I had a holiday planned and wanted to find out a little more about the area from a local perspective (the presenter has grown up, lived and worked in Cornwall for many years).

One of the things he highlighted while visiting Lands End was the growing population of Choughs in the region, a bird from the Corvid family that has long had a presence in Cornwall but whose numbers had declined significantly but were now beginning to gain a foothold once again. They are distinguishable by the curved bright red beak and red legs and are quite at home on the exposed rocky coastline.

I had seen them previously at a distance in Anglesey near South Stack but not close enough to photograph them. Visiting Lands End I hoped to see some a bit closer but although I did spot some they were never quite close enough.

I was staying in Newquay and one morning I went for a walk along Pentire Headland which provided some great views across Fistral Beach and along the coast. I spotted a small flock of Choughs along one edge of the headland and slowly approached them with my camera at the ready, fully expecting them to fly off but although they were a little wary they were too busy feeding to take much notice as I gradually inched towards them down on their level.

It was so rewarding to see them knowing that not so long ago this would not have been possible and hopefully you will agree that they are quite cool looking birds and you will see why I was so "chuffed" to capture these shots.

Right Place, Right Time

 Unless you are working in a studio or a prepared set of some kind a great deal of success in photography is about being in the right place at the right time. Of course you won't know what you have missed if you don't see it but there have been many times when I have been in the right place but I haven't been ready or I have just seen the bird I wanted to photograph fly away as I arrived or got set up. Imagine the frustration of arriving at a hide to be told by another photographer that a kingfisher has been about and seeing the fantastic images he has captured and then sitting for an hour or so afterwards and seeing nothing.

Last October I went down to Cornwall for a short break, I was mostly prepared to photograph the landscape and some sunsets. I was not expecting to do any wildlife photography, because it was short break I knew I wouldn't have the time to sit for a long time staking out my prey as it were.

On the last day of my trip I was visiting St Ives and after a spell sitting on the beach and paddling in the cold sea I went in search of a place to eat. I was walking around a small headland and got talking to a guy from Lancashire who was watching some birds on the rocks, they were Rock Pipits and he was excited because he had never seen them before. At this point in time my camera was packed away, food not photography was on my mind. As I left him to the pipits I walked around the path and spotted a small group of people with their mobile phones held high as they tried to photograph a kestrel that was hovering just above the path. I have rarely seen a wild kestrel so close and at first I just watched and then realised I was missing an opportunity. I got my camera out and started shooting before realising that the settings were all wrong. I soon rectified that and then gradually approached closer and closer to get what I think are some amazing shots. This chance encounter was certainly a case of being in the right place at the right time. I was buzzing, not just because I knew I had got some good photos but because being so close to this beautiful bird was a real treat and an experience I won't forget.

As an aside, you will know that kestrels and other birds of prey have exceptional vision, they can spot their prey from tiny movements from height and then approach almost silently before going in for the kill. But, did you know that they also have the ability to see in the ultraviolet spectrum and this allows them to see the urine/scent trails of mice and small rodents which reflect UV light and leave what can be described as a "glow trail" this can lead the kestrel to its prey by following the trail even if the mouse is hidden.

Anyway here are some of the shots I captured that evening, you can see from the first 2 images how close it was to the path.

On My Doorstep

 In my last post I mentioned how there are some places and subjects that I would never tire of photographing and I shared some images from my travels around Europe. Without a doubt I would be more than happy to spend days or even weeks photographing puffins or street scenes in Venice, Florence, Vienna or a host of other wonderful places. I also long to visit new locations, inspired by my own travels and by images shared online I know I would get so much pleasure exploring new places with my camera. However I have to be realistic, while there will be lots of opportunities to do this in future there will also long periods where I will have to stick to what is local or familiar.

I am privileged to live in a beautiful place, by the sea but close to varied landscapes, urban landscapes and  lots of wildlife. However when I look through my many files of photographs I realise that I have relatively few from my locality and I am missing opportunities to develop my skills and fulfil my passion here on my doorstep. Perhaps it is familiarity that means I sometimes fail to see the interest in what I see every day and that is a big error because the beauty  and interest is there and for people that I share those images with they will largely be new or unfamiliar so it must be worth me spending more time where I live. It doesn't matter if I go back several time to the same lake, lighthouse or park/reserve there will always be another angle or different light etc. So while I will dream of and look forward to travelling to new places I will also take more time to see what is on my doorstep.

Here are a few images of some of the wonderful places near me.

 

Liverpool waterfront and Albert Dock

West Kirby Marine Lake

Red Rocks

Meols shore

New Brighton Lighthouse

Click, Edit, Repeat

I am currently reading a book by one of my favourite authors; Haruki Murakami. I was really very pleased to receive his latest novel for Christmas and I carefully timed my reading so that I finished my previous book in time to start "The City and It's Uncertain Walls" on Christmas day. I knew before I started reading it that this novel was a reworking of a short story that the author had written over 40 years ago. He had said that he was never satisfied with the short story and it was never reissued. So during the Covid 19 lockdown he went back to it and expanded the themes and produced a novel that he felt did justice to the original story.

As I was reading I was very quickly aware that there are striking similarities between this new novel and another earlier novel by Murakami (which I had been given last Christmas and was still fresh in my mind) called Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End Of The World. The walled city in this latest work is almost identical to the city known as the End of the World in the earlier work, the library, the mystical beasts,  the gatekeeper etc feel like they have been directly lifted from the other book. At first I felt a sense of disappointment that a book I had so eagerly anticipated was so much like one I had read before. I felt cheated because I wanted something new. As I continued reading however I could see that it is indeed a new book and the original ideas have been taken further than before. This experience got me thinking about the creative process and how it is exactly that, a process. It is rare that we achieve what we want first time round, it starts with an idea and can take many attempts to produce whatever it is that we envisioned in the first place. With a novel I guess there is the writing, re-writing and editing before publishing so that what appears on the shelf as a final version is exactly what the author wants to present. Over time however, if the book is more about ideas and emotions than the story itself, then there is justification in reworking it.

Any work of art is the final product of lots of working and reworking, look beneath the surface of any old master painting and there is evidence of corrections and changes until the final image is complete.

This process is important in photography too. Whatever type of photography it is whether that is abstract, wildlife, landscape, portrait astrophotography  or whatever, the photographer will go back time and again to the same spot or photograph the same model, creature, bird, plant, object, portion of the sky over and over again and take multiple images to create a final image that they are really happy with. Also because things constantly change (seasons, lighting, aging, skill set) every image is new. That process can be taken further in editing; a negative or RAW digital image can be manipulated in so many ways to produce a stunning image that is more than a simple photo.

I was looking through my portfolio on a stock photo site the other day and realised that while I don't have a special focus to my photography there are nevertheless themes and there are lots of similar shots of some wildlife or places I have visited. Looking at them I thought about how I would like to revisit some of those places to have another go. There are some places I will never tire of visiting or photographing. There are some creatures that I get such a kick out of snapping and I think I could  always capture a better shot, and there are some creatures/birds that have been elusive or incredibly difficult to photograph that I need to go back again and again. 

I like to share my images here or on other media because it usually means I have produced something I am happy with. Often I will acknowledge that I could do better but it spurs me on to improve my eye, my camera skills and my editing ability. So that is the process of Click, Edit, Repeat. It is not laziness if it is done with purpose and perhaps the process should be expanded to "Click, edit, share repeat".

With that extra element in mind here are a few images from places I have visited many times but will hopefully get to photograph again in the future

What's It Worth?

 I try to get out for a walk every day and aim for 3 to 5 miles depending on the weather and how I feel. I rarely take my camera on these walks although from time to time I regret that decision. Instead however I like to listen to music as I walk and think about different things. 

One thing that has occupied my mind recently is why I take so many photos and what is the value in what I do. Photography is my hobby and it gives me a lot of pleasure, sometimes I think it would be good if I could monetize my hobby but if that became my focus then it would stop being so enjoyable. That being said I have been lucky enough to sell several pictures through exhibitions and the odd commission, plus for the past 8 years I have produced a calendar which I have sold  with the profits going to charity. Selling something that I have created is so satisfying because it means someone else has seen the beauty in what I saw and captured through my lens. But what makes a good photo/image is subjective so what I may think is a work of art another observer might be unimpressed. 

I have also sold a few pictures through photo websites and stock photo services, but the websites set the price and they take a huge commission (one recently took 80% commission on a sale) and in those cases the buzz of the sale is diminished by the thought about how someone else is profiting from my work and my creativity, so I try not to dwell on that aspect and just be pleased that I have made a sale.

I was talking to another photographer recently and he commented that he doesn't try to sell his work because that way he avoids disappointment, not because he doubts the quality of his work, (I saw some of his pictures which were excellent) but because what he thinks is good someone else might not agree. He shared a story about doing some publicity photos for a friend who was opening a new coffee shop. He produced what he thought was an excellent image, which he proudly showed to his friend who then casually dismissed it as not being what they were looking for and that was a hard lesson for him at that time.

So the answer to my question "What's It Worth?" really depends on the image, why it was taken and who you ask. Take the images below for example. I really like these pictures but they're not going to win me any prizes or go up my wall. The first two shots of the couple taking a selfie have no real value to me, but the image they are capturing in their phone will serve as a nice (maybe even priceless) reminder of their visit to Colmar and the memories they associate with it. The third shot has monetary value but only in that it cost me money after I had taken it. The original shot was a wider shot of the street scene with the busker on the corner, however he demanded I paid him for his image, I argued that he wasn't even playing his instrument and that if he had been working I wouldn't mind paying him but he was insistent that I paid. I wanted to avoid a scene, it wasn't worth the trouble so I paid; and having paid for the shot I was determined to use it, making him the focus of the image whereas before he had just been a "prop" in the overall scene. 

Priceless ?

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