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Exploring the beauty of wildflowers in France

I’m always striving for the best colours and exposures from my images – ideally so I need to do as little post processing as possible. Not only because this makes my life a lot easier, but it also gives me great pride to produce a great shot ‘as is’, without the need for extensive touch-ups and fixes. Now it’s not always possible – especially when shooting in limited light, but I have become all too familiar with my personal desire to obtain HDR quality shots without needing to HDR.

I was, therefore, surprised when I fell in love with these shots – they’re not the bold and more ‘obvious’ style of photography which I tend to lean toward. Instead they favour a more muted but contrasting colour palette which is more akin to the style of photography of some of my good friends. I must have been inspired by them the day I took these.

Both of these shots (above and below) are wildflowers from the Loire Valley, France, from the wild fields and orchard surrounding our gite. They were both taken at ISO 160. However, in a break from macro tradition, the shot above was actually taken with our Canon 100-400L lens at 400mm, f5.6 with an exposure bias of -1/3 EV , whereas the image below was taken with my favoured Canon EF100mm macro lens at f3.2 and with an exposure bias of 1/3 EV.

I like both results – and will strive to try and repeat this style of shot again in the future..watch this space.

A wildflower of France

Think global, act local

Finger Puppets

I’m forever dreaming of exotic shores, enticing overseas cities and sundowners in the African bush – but this year I have made a constant effort to try and make the most of the photographic opportunities locally. From insects in the local park, to wildlife in the local rivers, I’ve made an effort to get out and about and explore York and Yorkshire.

That’s why I have recently spent a weekend out and about in York City Centre, exploring its ancient buildings, narrow alleyways and market stalls. I purposefully timed this with the annual York Food and Drink Festival – a feast for the eyes, ears and nose. This provided a great opportunity to photograph the colourful stalls, friendly market stall holders and bustling, hectic environment of the city centre. I also took the opportunity to get off the beaten track and photograph churches and shop fronts I’d never explored before.

Sunday is a great time to photograph York. if you head off Parliament Street and into the surrounding streets, you’ll find a much quieter environment and will have the opportunity to photograph shop fronts and streets without the incredible crowds.  I spent a lot of my time in the half populated York Sunday market – bustling stalls sat side by side with vacant trestle tables providing an opportunity for some interesting photographs. Two of my favourite are provided in this blog – others are available in our York and Yorkshire photo gallery.

A vacant market stall

 

 

Observations from our first trip to Russia

Kremlin and St Basil's

I have recently stumbled across some hand written notes from a trip log taken during our first visit to Russia in the winter of 2005. I wanted to share these observations with you;

  1. Their rules are a little odd – You can smoke anywhere, drink vodka and beer anywhere but coats are not allowed in the Mariinsky theatre (as I found out to my detriment when chased across two floors by a shouting and surprisingly nimble old lady wielding a stick when I put my coat on upon departure from our seats).
  2. Incidentally – crazed old Russian Orthodox women can run really fast when / if angered!
  3. On the Moscow metro it might look like you can wander through the ancient looking barriers without buying a ticket…but if you try you will lose the ability to bear children (the snapping motion of the barriers is at exactly the right height!)
  4.  Even if you don’t drink vodka, you will find ourself presented with many an opportunity to drink it at various points in the day….when drank neat in a Russian winter it has very definite warming properties
  5. Champagne is cheaper to drink than wine – enjoy!
  6. Pink soup rocks!
  7. The Kremlin Stars when lit up at night are the prettiest in the galaxy!
  8. Malacho (milk) is not for adults – or tea! Ask for it at your peril (or stick with Vodka!)
  9. You will ‘play’ the Moscow Metro for at least 90 minutes before you obtain some small piece of understanding of how to use it and where you are. What’s more – seeing the less grand stations first makes the elegant stations all the more worthwhile visiting.
  10. When navigating the metro use the numbers of the lines and not the colours
  11. Everyone must find their Yolky Polky (this is, in fact, the name of a popular chicken restaurant but I applied it to mean a favourite Fabergé souvenir).
And now for the key learnings from our trip, mainly words of wisdom passed to us from our guide (Natasha);
  1. The moral / popular saying about employment in Russia is that ‘They pretend to work and we pretend to pay them’.
  2. It is a sin to sit in a Russian Orthadox church
  3. Putin = not good!
  4. You can buy your son out of army conscription for approximately $6000 – this buys you a fake certificate citing a critical disease which the doctor ‘signs off’.
  5. Russians ‘officially’  get paid $50 a month and pay tax just on this amount. The rest of the salary is cash in hand and had not been declared for the past 10 years (at the time we visited)
  6. The devaluation of the Russian Rouble had an understandably disastrous effect on the wealth of the citizens
  7. Russians want to build the biggest and the best of everything (Until Dubai was later ‘built’)
  8. Tourism was higher 10/15 years ago than it was in  2005
  9. There are 47 depictions of the Virgin
  10. 70% of people were reported to be happier under Communism
  11. 10% of the country was in extreme wealth, another 10% in extreme poverty, 20% were middle class and 60% were survivors / horders of sugar.
Photos from our trip to Russia are available in our online Russia Photo Gallery.

Scary Detail

A hornet walks upside down on a leaf

There comes a point with macro photography where you can genuinely scare yourself silly with the proximity you get to insects and the detail you end up revealing.  For me, this is very much the case with anything large and ‘buzzy’.

It used to be wasps that scared me half to death, but after spending so much time trying to take images of wasps and hoverflies this summer I am much more tolerant of them now. The same goes for ‘normal’ bees – they’re really just gentle ‘giants’ of the insect world. However… huge hornets scare the bejeebies out of me. It’s not just the size of them that ‘gets’ me, but also the noise they make and the seemingly over-engineered and perfect make up of their many body parts that are paraded on display. It took real courage for me to get close to the monster in the shot above.

I started by trying to macro from afar – too wimpish to move closer. Of course this was a unsuccessful strategy, so I watched him for a while to assess and understand his actions and movements and realised that he rarely moved, and if I could get close enough without disturbing him I might hold out long enough to get a shot. Of course, this required me to hand hold the camera – I dared not faff with the tripod for fear of aggravating him. (Given that I was holding my breath the entire time, camera shake was minimal…aside from my shaking hands that is!) I tried a few shots and moved in closer, crouching beneath the plant he was on. Then he got restless and started to move – that was the limit of my courage and I took this as a signal to quite literally run away. I did so, waving hands and arms frantically should he try and fly after me. I arrived breathless at a slumbering husband, professing my bravery and showing him the images I’d taken and accompanying goosebumps on my arms.

I am very proud of the fact that I got close enough to see the detail of what appears to be a hardened drop of pollen in his side…

Eugh!

Additional macro photography of insects, including bees, hornets and hover flies are available in our online macro gallery.

The night I lost my foot in a field of sunflowers

Sunflowers silhouetted against the night sky

I’m afraid this is not an epic world war tale of heroism and bravery.  More a cautionary tale about the dangers of mixing two very keen, over-worked and overenthusiastic amateur photographers with a new landscape and too much sunshine 🙂

Allow me to explain…

We have just returned from a glorious week in the Loire Valley, where the order of the day was R&R. Purposefully located off the beaten track in a tiny hamlet, our small but perfectly formed gite was to become our home for some serious recuperation after a hectic 8 weeks. We’d arrived with little expectations, but were immediately blown away not only by the accommodation – but its setting. Set amongst a mature orchard, the gite was next to a field of thousands of sunflowers – every which way you looked was nature at its most splendid. What’s more it was quiet, oh so quiet. There was no sound, no active neighbours, nothing – just the unrelenting French sunshine, us, a BBQ, cheese and nature.

I tried my best to rest – I really did. But with such incredible scenery on my doorstep I was like a toddler on Christmas eve, restless and wondering ‘what if?’. I managed a whole 30 minutes from arriving before grabbing my camera and heading outside into the calm and beautiful evening. All options of R&R where shattered when, upon wandering into the field of sunflowers I was met with a score of chirping and bouncing grasshoppers. The lure of macro photography was too much – and from this moment onwards, you’d find me, day or night, in the sunflower field or the scrub land surrounding it – bottom protruding high to the sky, head in the ground, seeking insects and wee beasties to take photos of. Well – they do say a change is as good as a rest?!

Now – match this maddening enthusiasm and passion with that of my Astro Photographer husband, Ali, and you have a real treat on your hands…Ali adores the night sky, and those in the Loire Valley were amongst the best we’ve seen since Costa Rica and Greenland. After a hard day’s macro photography and a long, lazy homecooked supper, we’d head outside the gite with our plastic chairs with wine bottle in hand, and sit and stare at the night sky. Everywhere you looked there was planets, galaxies and shooting stars. It was stupendous.

We found the best spot for planet gazing was ‘in the middle of the road’ (AKA dirt track) beside our gite. So here we settled for nature’s greatest display – equipped with tripod, torch lenses, camera, plastic chairs, coats and mindless chatter about all things ‘astro’.  It was during one of these ‘restful’ evenings that we had the brainwave that we could effectively combine our love of macro and astro photography if, in the dead of the night, we headed into the sunflower field (in our PJs!) and took some illuminated shots of the sunflowers against the night sky. It seemed too good an opportunity to miss, so off we trotted into the field. It was very successful. Using a torch, we lit the drooping sunflower heads from below to illuminate them against the midnight starry sky in a long exposure.

It was only after 30minutes of working that we realised we’d been wandering further and further into the field and had been shedding various possessions along the way – our night lights, lenses and, unbeknown to us, the feet of our tripod! We found most things (by sheer luck alone), but our eyes were not able to spot the small, black, tripod feet, no matter how hard we tried. And try I did. Using the torch I’d wander row upon row of sunflowers, dedicated to finding this lost tripod foot. My enthusiasm and effort bore little reward against darkness of the night sky. We resigned ourselves to the fact we’d find it in the daylight – and headed inside for a much needed cuppa.

…Despite 5 days of subsequent searching we never did find the tripod foot – and nor did our neighbours ask any awkward questions of us. They soon became accustomed to seeing my bottom protrude over the horizon each day, or see my hubby head outside in PJs with a ladder and a tripod each midnight.

I have heard it said that from madness comes creativity?!!

Further night-time pictures are available in our France photo gallery.

 

Sunflowers emerge from the darkness

The Sunnier Side of Life

Three sunflowers in bloom stand out in a field of decaying sunflowers

OK, I admit a mixture of blood sucking spiders and bucktoothed grasshoppers have made my recent posts and photos a little ‘niche’, so here are some  ‘normal’ shots to suit all tastes 🙂

These (above and below) were taken during our recent holiday to the Loire Valley, France. The area is abundant with sunflowers – every field is covered in them for as far as the eye can see and we were lucky enough to stay by the side of one such field. We relished the opportunity to photograph these most beautiful flowers at all times of the day and night.

We racked our brains as to how we could take some unusual photos of these flower covered fields. We stumbled upon the potential of taking an ariel shot of these fields but quickly decided the upstairs window was simply not good enough – it did not provide the right angle and the telephone wires were intruding into the shot. There was only one thing for it…on the first night we raided the gite’s garage and, to our delight, found some ladders. These were swiftly erected fieldside and a tripod and camera precariously balanced on top of them. This was to become our ariel photography ‘hub’ for the next few days (much to the amusement of the neighbours, postman and gite owners). It looked might odd, but worked a treat! Here’s some of our results….the rest are available in our France photo gallery.

 

Rows of sunflowers in the Loire Valley, France

 

 

Incy Wincy Spider

A close up of a blue spider

Never had I fallen more in love with macro photography than when I stumbled upon the opportunity to photograph spiders. It opened up a whole new world. It was like wearing my glasses for the first time; tiny detail that my eyes would never see were brought to live on my camera screen; faces emerged from webs; spiders seemingly embarrassed at the scrutiny covered their eyes with their legs; amazing colours emerged; giggling faces were revealed. It was love at first sight.

On the down side, a whole new aspect of spider behaviour was revealed to me. I spent hours watching them capture prey, bind them in their silky web and suck them dry. On several occasions I felt queasy with the sights that were unfolding in my viewfinder. Yet so hooked was I with this new emerging world that I almost ruined the LCD screen on the camera by overheating it with the amount of shots taken and reviewed in 33degree heat.

I sat hour after hour in the baking sun, eyes glued to the bushes, rocks and undergrowth for spiders. I’d dehydrate, lose a little of my mind and develop a deep obsession with spiders all by spending one afternoon with these amazing creatures.

They’re not easy to capture – the slightest breeze throws the web into chaos and renders sharp images impossible (mental note made to myself to buy a windbreaker!). They would also have a habit of remaining dead still until the wind broke, when they would scurry around their web and come forward for a better look at me – rendering my focal distance null and void and throwing me and my tripod into chaos. I won’t lie, on several occasions they’ve also lunged from their web toward the camera and I’ve screamed and fallen back into the undergrowth before scurrying into the safety of the gite, covered from head to toe in goosebumps. It’s not that I am scared of spiders (I grew up with a spider’s nest in the corner of my bedroom and refused any offer of its removal – even after watching arachnophobia!), but once their sinister little world has been opened up to you, well….lets say I developed a healthy respect for them and will not be providing them with any opportunities to suck my blood!

Here’s a couple of my favourite spider photographs (above and below), more are available in our online macro gallery.

A spider binds a grasshopper in web and sucks his blood

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Le Château de Saumur, Loire Valley, France.

We have recently taken a trip to France and I managed to drag myself away from macro photography long enough to really appreciate some of the amazing architecture of the Loire Valley’s cities and towns. Whilst on holiday there, we did ponder and discuss how it is that tatty buildings in Britain look appalling, but in France they are endearing?! I don’t think we have an answer as of yet – but I did manage to document some ‘evidence’ from our time in France.

My favourite locations were Saumur and Tours – two ancient cities with incredible decaying and preserved architecture. Many of the images we captured in these locations have been converted to black and white in post processing- mainly because I love how black and white images bring buildings to life. It removes distractions and helps the eyes focus on subtle detail, shifts in light and adds a considerable mood to the image.

Believe it or not – we were blessed with incredible weather whilst in France, which was great for vitamin E intake, but less so for photography. That’s another main reason why I have switched to black and white for these images – they overlook and conceal the burnout of the incredible midday summer sun experienced in these cities and add a mood to the image which is already present on location, but which the camera can sometimes fail to pick up.

I really enjoyed exploring the man made environment in these cities, and focussed my attention specifically upon the contrast between old and new which exists side by side on most street corners. Two of my favourite images are provided in this blog (above and below), but many more are also available in our online France photo gallery.

The outer buildings of Le Château de Saumur

 

Return of the Mac(ro)

A close up of a grasshopper

Well, it’s been quite a few weeks since my last macro upload but that doesn’t mean the passion is dead. Quite the opposite…we’ve been out and about quite a bit in the UK and France and I have taken every available opportunity to hone my macro skills once more. It’s taken me a wee while to review and post process the images I have taken, but I am delighted to release some of my favourites today.

The luxury of a week’s leave in France allowed me to take time out to really absorb myself in macro photography once more. We’d hired  a little gite which was surrounded on one side by a glorious orchard and on the other by a field full of sunflowers. Where there are plants, there are insects… I was beside myself with glee when I discovered the land around the gite was alive and quite literally bouncing with grasshoppers. What’s more, the flowers in the orchard attracted a vast array of  flies, hover flies, bees, wasps and HUGE hornets. I spent many an hour (day and night) out in the fields and orchard to capture as many macro insect shots as possible.

I wanted to share with you today one of my favourite grasshopper shots. I’d taken quite a few, and liked experimenting with the different angles and lighting. I found them remarkably patient and tolerant subjects. With a combination of patience and careful movements I was able to get really close to grasshoppers and watch them display close up. This provided a great opportunity for some really detailed shots, like the one above. This was handheld, taken at f/5.6, 1/400sec and ISO 250.

I also wanted to share with you this shot (below) – I could not fail to smile when we found this wee funny face in the undergrowth. We spent hours with this wee guy only to find he was in fact a lady (she was laying eggs all over our driveway). Regardless, she kept the name I proudly assigned – “Ermintrude.” It seems in keeping with the grin.

A close up of a grasshopper reveals a manic grin

Other grasshopper macro shots are available in our online macro gallery.

Seeing an elephant in the wild for the first time

An African elephant prepares to take another bite of leaves, in Maasai Mara, Kenya.

For many, our relationship with these vulnerable giants begins as a child. Whether it’s a fleeting glimpse of an elephant at a zoo, or an introduction to the species though nature documentaries, it’s hard not to be mesmerised by these giants of the African Savannah. But nothing, yet nothing compares to your first sighting of an elephant in the wild. It’s an experience guaranteed to catapult you back to childhood, to an age when adults towered over you and elephants were the largest giants to roam the planet. A time when you perceived elephants to be so large that you’d have to crane your neck to glimpse the sky above their bulk.

So dominant, so overwhelming. You’ll struggle to take a breath the first time a wild elephant walks by. Rooted to the spot you’ll want to reach out, overwhelmed yet unafraid of the magnamity that is this wild beast. You’ll notice details you never have before. The long, seductive eyelashes, slowly fluttering to protect the tiniest of eyes. The whiskers protruding from the mouth, drawing further attention to the stature and age of the matriarch. The minimalist tail, naked but for a few tatty end hairs which the young cling onto.

As the elephant ambles by, you’ll notice the plodding nature of the giant feet and your attention will be drawn to the footprints left behind in the sand, their size somewhat  magnified as the youngest of the herd gingerly follow in the elders’ footsteps. It’s almost hard to spot the smallest among the herd. So protective, so loving, the elder females will encourage the young to walk in the centre, ever mindful of potential dangers yet seemingly oblivious to the risks of such small and fragile frames underfoot. Morphing between giddy with excitement and shy and retiring, each elephant calf will transform before your very eyes as they gain confidence with each step and they explore new landscapes.

The trust that these young have in their elders is evidence in their body language, their cries and their gazes. Reaching up to the sky with what little strength and trunk control they have, the youngest fondly caress the trunk and mouth of stooping elders. With delightful squeals and a skip underfoot, they exhibit a freedom and a soul that’s seemingly untouched and unrivalled by humans.

(This is an extract from our photobook ‘Vulnerable Giants‘)