Sunday, 20 November 2016

Half Term... Inflatable toys, in the dark, on the beach...

Right, onto my (Bens) main project of the holiday, and shooting some pics for the ongoing "Inflate-Deflate" series.  To briefly recap, this is an experimental series shot using inflatable toys as the subject matter, which derived from a studio shoot project at Uni, and developed into the main project as seen below:


I wanted to try (amongst various experiments) a shoot outdoors, and did a few 'daylight' practises with multiple exposures back in the late 2000's, on a riverbank in West Yorkshire (as I didn't have chance with work at the time to hit the coast, and just wanted to try the idea out):


Anyway I wanted to combine the outdoor location idea with the original 'backlit, black background' idea, so after the many setbacks with trying to shoot the pics at the location of the Dalek shoot, down at the coast between Harlech and Shell Island (as mentioned in the previous post), I turned this time back to a location recce’d for “The Home Is…” about three years ago, near Abersoch. 



On that occasion we got chased off by a chap with a big dog on the public footpath, who seemed to object to members of the public, especially tourists, on his patch.  The above shot is as close to a pic from that recce as we managed in the end, from about a mile west along the shore.  This time, I would be parking up in a lane near where a bit of rock pokes out as the headland where the arrow is pointing.  Maybe the dog walker was upset we might do something with his giant arrow which was hovering menacingly over the beach.

A benefit of the night’s drawing-in during the October half term is that it is dark nice and early (duh), and if I could get shooting soon I’d have a few hours to get the pics done.  It would mean no possibility of doing a preliminary test shoot and return visit which I’d have preferred, so I’d have to wing it, but early signs were good; no traffic, nobody else parked up near the lane, no mad dog walkers, or indeed doggers, and the rain stopped.


Unfortunately arrival on the beach showed the tide was in.  I’d have about six square feet of shingle at the bottom of the ramp.  Again, no matter; after a lot of frustration getting to this point, a giant Kraken flailing around wouldn’t have put me off.  I figured that by the time I’d set up, the tide would be heading out with a bit of luck. 


Not for the first time that night I pondered on my perennial thought of what the Normal People were doing at that point; non-artists who would be sat at home with loved ones, maybe having a drink, watching telly, or out at the pub or cinema or clubbing or something… not stood on a cold, dark, deserted bit of beach in North Wales trying to set up a camera in the pitch black, using only a fading red-LED torch to try and preserve some semblance of night vision, with hands too cold to work properly.  Smug non-arty Normal People.


Of course, a problem with this shoot, after such a length of time, is that one forgets the practicalities.  The previous shoots, done indoors, are quite relaxed affairs, crucially undertaken with access to Radio 4 and endless cups of tea.  Even the large-scale outdoor shoots usually mean an assistant/model to help set up, or be mugged into blowing the toys up at least.  Using the world’s smallest, and apparently worst quality air pump to inflate toys, standing at a 35-degree angle on a concrete ramp above the sea in the dark and the cold, soon proves irritating and back-breaking.  The discovery that the new-out-of-the-packet inflatable toy your using has been helpfully damaged by someone (in the factory or shop) who thought it would be apparently hysterical to stab lots of pin-holes in it, which you only discover when it won’t stay inflated and have no spare of that toy, only adds an extra note of wonder to proceedings.  As does the discovery that the beach might be empty of humans, but contains all manner of slimy, jumping many-legged insects which swarm horribly over any source of light.  That particular sort of thing might please Chris Packham and Autumn Watch, but I was less than amused.


Setting the exposure times needed a bit of experimenting... too short above...


...and too long this time.


And then of course the lights were visible underneath too.


The first shoots on the ramp though showed promise, so out came more inflatables, and as the tide receded, more locations were opened up- actual sand!  Rock pools!  And a surprising (for a British beach) lack of too much rubbish, dog poo, or dead jellyfish.  Or indeed giant Kraken flailing around.



At this stage I should probably go some way to mention the ‘concept’ (as a lecturer once instilled in me the belief that there should always be a message or story to justify an image… apparently just making a pretty picture isn’t enough).  The whole concept of the “Inflate/Deflate” series is to try and create unusual and eye-catching images, deliberately using what are colourful but ultimately disposable inflatable toys as the subject matter.  Exploring the ‘disposable’ angle, a previous shoot had toys burst and deflating, another with a model actually in the act of destroying them.  For this shoot I reckoned  I’d explore the idea that these toys either washed up on the beach after being lost, or were just abandoned when people cleared off at the end of the day.  A fair few times over the years I’ve seen people just abandon summer toys they cannot be bothered to take with them, so it seemed a logical jumping-off point for the shoot. 

Actually it brings me onto another problem, which I only noticed when I made the mistake of getting rid of a lot of the early props used in the mid-2000’s and had to buy new toys for the reshoots in 2012… modern toys are crap.  Due to a change in legislation about the manufacture of plastics (apparently) stuff like inflatables have to be made from a thicker, harder plastic (which is paradoxically less flexible), so consequently new toys are smaller, more expensive, and more brittle and pop easier.  Added to that a wonderful culture of suing people, and they are now covered in a distracting and bewildering array of warning labels, which slightly ruin photographs. 


I mean seriously, who apart from clowns stand balancing on beach balls?  And why would a clown be wearing ladies flats to do so?  Must be some very odd circuses about, and certainly in more numerous quantities than I’d have guessed to require a specific label on every toy...


So given all that, I ended up using, and reusing, such surviving older toys as I had left in the props cupboard so often because of this that of the two-dozen toys bought along for this beach shoot, four had slow punctures and one popped outright whilst it was being inflated, which dented my humour even more than if the aforementioned Giant Kraken had accidentally been summoned by the light of the torches.


On which note (the popping toys, not the Kraken), this ball is something of a keynote toy for the project- in fact I think it might be the oldest photo prop of any description I have, certainly the most-used, having been featured in the first exhibited show of “Inflate/Deflate”, then all three incarnations of “Happygoth”:


... and also the ‘travel poster’ shoots for the Model Village, and even lent to three other photographers for use in their shoots (as well as each version of “Inflate/Deflate” shot since).  Which all does indicate that I ought to grow up, stop doing photography projects with toys, and become a serious reportage journalist (if only I could master shooting in greyscale…). 

What all this use does unfortunately mean is that nothing lasts forever, and after having been inflated and deflated dozens of times, sat on by a variety of models, stood on, laid on, bounced on, kicked, thumped, thrown into bushes and trees, dropped onto shingle, stabbed with spiky jewellery, exposed to red-hot studio lights and on at least one occasion had a model poke it repeatedly with a rock to try and deflate it quicker, the ball leaks like a sieve and won’t stay inflated.  But I was determined to get at least one picture using it in this shoot before it gets binned, so as many puncture-repair patches as I could find were applied, and shots hastily done.


As that toy died, tt was time now to break out a few different inflatables, and try something which would need more than one light to illuminate it: 


The lilo is another ancient prop, featuring in the first expanded version of the project in 2007 (one of the toys bought in the mass, cheapo purchase from a closing-down seaside shop which enabled so many toys to be acquired).


I thought I'd try lighting more of the scene, using a torch to pick out more of the shingle, but didn't like the effect.  I did feel however that it needed something else, so added a similar-coloured beach ball:


This seemed to work a bit better, so I also took a few shots of the ball on its own:



This sort-of worked, but a slight breeze picked up and so a lot of the shots were spoiled by the toy 'blurring' as the wind moved it around.

One pic I’d thought of a while ago was to have a number of inflatable rings arranged on the beach, and by this time the tide had retreated enough for some nice reflection shots. 


The first attempt was, again, a little too dark.


A slightly longer exposure gave a better picture, and so I added a few more:


This was definitely getting more abstractedly away from the initial concept of abandoned, washed-up inflatables, but worth a go, I reckoned.  I liked the reflection effect on the wet sand, so I picked the nice green striped ring and shot a few pics with it:


The big rainbow-striped ball used in the initial shot was recovered from where it had rolled to whilst deflating, was hastily refilled, and then used in the same spot before it too died completely:


At this point I decided to inflate whatever was left and stay longer than planned on the location, given the weather was holding.  This was a pack of three matching toys picked up for a couple of quid at a Toys R Us when I was in buying some bits for Textiles at work:


I used the same spot then for this shot:


Though it was a little trickier to light evenly, whilst keeping the torches hidden.


Again, this was another much-used toy, featuring in the daylight underwater shots tried a couple of years ago.  Interesting how some of these toys survive much use and abuse, a thought which occurred at this point as this was when one of the toys exploded utterly in a slightly nerve-shredding bang in the otherwise silent night.  It did lead however (once the annoyance had worn off) to a further idea, of getting weird light effects from the punctured and deflating toys.


I simply put the exploded beach ball over the lights, and I quite liked the effect...


...so I nipped back up the beach to where the various toys which had punctures had been thrown to deflate.  The 'Happygoth' beach ball, the rainbow-striped ball from the first shot, and a pink swim ring.  I added the blue ring (which was intact) to try and balance the shot a bit.  This pic, whilst crowded with multiple toys, is close to the 'abandoned toys' idea at least.


By now the tide had gone out considerably (indeed I was getting knackered chasing back and forth to the water’s edge for the swim ring shoots) and it was getting close to knocking off and going home time, however the falling tide had exposed some rock pools.  I wanted to try some reflection shots, and this seemed a good opportunity without having the inflatables floating away before I could get the shots if they were right on the edge of the sea.


I used three small beach balls, the last remaining ones of the dozen or so of this design bought for one of the studio shoots:


It did however  reveal a problem; they were floating around too much and blurring on the water.  Putting the lights in sealed-up freezer bags and taping them to the toys helped anchor it all, but another effect was a slight fuzziness on the camera lens, unnoticed at the time. 


I reckon in hindsight it was either fine misting salt-spray on the lens, or maybe condensation.  After four hours of shooting pics in the cold I was stopping noticing the little details.  If the giant Kraken we’ve all heard so much about had surfaced behind me, I doubt I’d have noticed or cared.


Appropriately the last shoot of the night was a set on the rock pools with the old, transparent "Happygoth" ball, which was hastily re-patched and re-inflated, though it can be noticeably seen to be deflating over the course of the dozen-or-so shots I took. 


One problem is that the lights were too obvious to start with...


By the time I managed to sort that, the various punctures meant the ball was looking a bit flat and worse for wear, but I did quite like this shot:


This also ended the shoot for the night, as when trying to reposition it I managed to rip yet another hole in the toy on a sharp bit of rock, and had no more patches to mend it.  Shame really, but it may yet be repairable for a future shoot.

Tired but happy with the results, I then spent an annoying twenty minutes trying to deflate the rest of the toys and pack up; in the past I might have just popped and binned the lot, but the aforementioned comments about the poor quality of anything I’d buy as replacements meant I felt inclined to keep them this time, even the already damaged toys which might need to be patched up for reshoots.  And again, it would be easier with an assistant or model to help with this annoying stage, and also cleaning sand and small jumping slimy sand-creatures, off lights and kit but hey-ho.  Back to the car, and a slightly spooky encounter with an Army Landy full of troops on an otherwise deserted, fog-shrouded road aside (maybe Kraken hunting- alright I’ll stop now, it was a long night), it was an uneventful run back for tea and medals.  Or whiskey and bed, to be more precise.


So that was the shoot; I’m actually terribly happy with how it all turned out, whilst at the same time being annoyed with how many toys got damaged which disrupted certain shots.  I also would love to do a reshoot with some better props (rather than this hastily-thrown-together set- sods law was that when I got home I found the box with the better-quality toys in, buried in a cupboard), but that will realistically need to wait until next year, but at least it has shown a possible way forward for the project…

Saturday, 19 November 2016

Half Term... Night Trains, or, When Photoshoots Go Wrong.


You can get an impression from some photography blogs that a certain eternally-blessed band of photographers get up in the morning, in their lovely Hipster-apartments in a fashionably rough part of New York, decide “I’ll take a photo today!”, call up their unfeasibly beautiful bezzie who is free to model and has a conveniently large wardrobe to choose from, then they go to a perfect location which is free of passers-by and dog walkers, the lighting is perfect, the weather is perfect, the shoot goes swimmingly (and, indeed, perfectly), then its home to edit the pics in the comfort of their tastefully-furnished studies, and send them off before chilling with a bottle of wine whilst numerous picture editors fight for the right to publish their pictures whilst throwing money at the photographers.

Whether the above is true or not is a moot point; it tends to be a scenario I (Ben) think about, whilst then also thinking extremely rude thoughts about the mythical photographer in question, usually when I’m being chased by an off-the-leash dog, a train hasn’t turned up, an inquisitive copper is wondering just what the hell I think I’m doing hanging out of a tree with a camera trying for the perfect angle, or I’m up to my knees in mud in some gods-forsaken forest trying to assemble a flat-packed armchair for a photograph.  It’s the little things which keep you going in this job.

When we started this blog, we intended it to be a record of the work we’re doing, and something of a detailed (probably too detailed) look at the practicalities which go into the photoshoots we do- good times and bad, failures and successes, all the stuff we didn’t really get warned about when studying at various colleges but which we discovered along the way. 

OR to put it another, less long-winded way; sometimes things go spectacularly Tits Up when we are doing a shoot.


For a while (say, three or four years) I’ve been wanting to do a shoot for my long-running “Project: Inflate/Deflate” series.  This is an abstract shoot using simple lighting and inflatable toys- see above.  So far I've done shoots in an improvised home studio, in a proper studio, outdoors in a forest, with people, and actually at the seaside using underwater cameras.  A logical experimental extension was to shoot some pics to the original ethos (like the shot above) but outdoors, at the beach.

I was on the verge of shooting it when we ended up prioritising “The Home Is…” shoot, and all the added complications there.  And then with that done, we unexpectedly became sudden Foster Carers.  This rather limits the time you can spend at night shooting pictures (especially when both yourself and your assistant/fellow photographer, to whom you are married, are needed to be sat inside babysitting).  On the rare occasion you can actually be at the seaside with some handy other DBS-checked family members to babysit, you end up getting stuck into other projects which need to be photographed instead as a higher priority, such as the Dalek Project…


At the tail end of this summer we managed to get to Wales, and the metaphorical (if not the actual) stars aligned for a chance to do a shoot; the weather was forecast to be good, Amy could do her star-scape shots, I could shoot this project finally.  We had found the perfect beach (near a car park, pretty damned deserted) when we did the Dalek shoot, so we returned there, right at the end of August.  The baove shot, from that last visit, shows the location.

  And oh buggeration, the weather was awful on this visit in summer 2016, in spite of the forecast, and too rough and blustery to shoot the pictures.  Attempt Two the next night found our ‘deserted’ spot from last year swarming with Local Youths enjoying a bit of alcoholic end-of-summer fun, so we wisely left, a little frustrated.  Trying to explain to a teenager who has half a bottle of Jack inside them why you need them to stop pratting around in front of your camera is not an experience either of us intend to repeat after our experiences in Carlisle, so we beat a hasty and slightly vexed retreat.


So this half term looked like it would provide the opportunity for the long-planned shoot.  I went back to the beach, another shot from the time of the Dalek shoot is shown above, as I didn't manage to get any shots on it this time (and Amy having seen the weather forecast, knew it would be overcast, and had wisely chosen a film and a bottle of red over standing in the cold photographing blow-up toys), and I discovered to my intense irritation that once again the weather forecast had missed out the bit about on-shore gales meaning it was too windy to photograph anything, and the end of the beach was once more swarming with Youths getting inebriated.  I don’t know, back in my day that’s what The Kids used bus shelters and railway stations for.  Tssk.


So I thought ‘while I’m here, I’ll have another crack at a different older project’ and went up to the small station, for a shoot from 2014’s “Project: Night Trains”, especialy given the station was mysteriously free from boozing youthery (see above).  Essentially long exposure pics of trains in the dark, see above from Hirst Wood in Yorkshire, this project is something I haven’t touched for a while, but figured I could do a new shot.  Here by the beach in Wales the station, with the line curving in along the coast, would give a good high angle for a shot off the road over bridge.  However the vagaries of public transport out here on the raggedy edge of civilisation in the autumn mean the trains are both underfunded and sporadic.  A quick check of the online timetable revealed that it would be a little while until the next train.

No bother, up to Harlech then; the drive would kill some time, and the floodlit castle would be a nice background.  Arrival presented a worryingly quiet station even by the standards of West Wales, and indeed a telescreen cheerfully announcing a replacement bus; which of course, was not there and thus must have been itself replaced, possibly by a bicycle, clown car, Pegasus, or ‘if in emergency, use Portal Gun’ option (which might explain where the taxpayer subsidy goes, as it is clearly not on the scruffy trains) so not even an ironic photo could result.  The next train would be quite some time away.

Feeling thoroughly bloody irritated now, it was up the coast to the new bridge at Penrhyndeudraeth where the road parallels the railway, on a curve, and which would give potentially a good shot.  I used this location a while ago (actually a long damned while ago, thinking about it, as I was still in Uni) and it was a good spot.


Naturally I arrived and the Cliffside I intended to use was fenced off.  It also started to rain.  A greater metaphor for my mood there could not be, unless a passing plane accidentally dropped a grand piano or anvil on my head.

Feeling like I needed to photograph something, anything, out came the camera, and I shot some pics of the cars, probably to the annoyance of the speeding motorists who maybe thought I was some sneaky fuzz with a fancy night-vision speed gun.  Oh the car crashes I could have caused if I’d had my high-viz in the camera bag too, and still been driving the old, white car. 


But the train finally came, and the shot was… meh.  Without a remote control (preparedness; nil, packing-in-a-hurry; 1) it was tricky to set the camera up properly, and it had to be braced in the breeze too.  If reshooting, I would do a shorter exposure time to get some detail of the train, but with no other trains for three hours, I decided to go home and have a drink.


But what was this?  An unexpected steam train on the Ffestiniog Railway on the way home!  Thank goodness for that staple of the Desperate Tourist Industry Off-Season, The ‘Halloween Special’.  Having passed the train near the caravan, it was a Top Gear-style race against the train back to Porthmadog (with less illegal speeding, jingoistic comments, or tight jeans), with an intention of Just Bloody Photographing Something.  Arrival at Harbour Station immediately before the train allowed me to set up the tripod and the camera and shoot the arrival... just about.


As you can see, the loco (either "Linda" or "Blanche", both are pretty near identical, and it was too dark to see the nameplates) was bedecked with creepy glowing eyes for the occasion, which added a nice note of spookiness to the evening.

Mind you, I suspect the driver found the unexpected presence of a couple of cold, slightly wet midlanders standing in the dark with a camera equally disturbing.  Even though the track is unfenced for most of its length, and the railings only extend to the end of the station limits, we made sure we stayed thoroughly the right side of the railings (I don't go in for trespass shots anyway, but I wanted to reassure the driver that I was safely on the right side of the fence)


Little bit fuzzy, but I was trying for the car on the road side of the Cob, just as an experiment.

So not the perfect evenings shoot by any means, but at least I’d photographed something.  It did at least relieve the frustrations of the evening, with the bad weather, crap locations, and fate getting in the way of the shoot.

But did I manage the Inflate/Deflate shoot before the end of the holiday, with only two nights left in 2016 to shoot the pics at the seaside?

Dah-dah-daaaaaaaaahhhhm! (Drama, honestly this stuff just flows onto the page doesn’t it?)

Yes.  Yes I did.  A slightly less-rambling post about that next time... 

Tuesday, 15 November 2016

Half Term... the day we went to Bangor


So after a brief trip back to Yorkshire, partly for a day at The Day Job and partly to drop some work off at Cupola in Sheffield, we went over to Wales for a few days.  So for the first post just a quick few shots, and in fact the only time either of us really used a camera in daylight this holiday; the flat, leaden sky in the shots probably explaining why. 




We'd nipped up to Bangor for the day and took a stroll out onto the pier which pokes out into the Menai Strait.


Nothing terrific about the shots, but a useful recce of a new location (for us; the Foster Childs had already had a visit a few weeks ago with my parents with much scoffing of cake in the very welcome café at the end of the pier).




Somewhere which might be worth returning to for a future shoot anyway.  The next few posts will be about the main photography work we were here for, some night shoots...


Monday, 14 November 2016

Half Term... Light Trails Trams


One of the nice things about Blackpool are the trams, and despite the system being upgraded significantly in recent years to form a proper public transport system with modern vehicles, a lot of the classic, older trams have been retained, particularly the specially lit-up ones for the illuminations.  So it was a good opportunity for some more abstract Light Trails shots of the trams as they trundled past us all evening on the heritage sight-seeing trips (too abstract, it turns out, for the railway magazines, but hey-ho). 







That's the last of the Light Trails shots for the time being; next update, we're in Wales...



Sunday, 13 November 2016

Half Term... Blackpool Tower


We’ve done the Blackpool excursion for a few years now, and except for the first time we visited back before we got married, the famous Tower has always been covered in scaffolding whilst it is repaired and maintained.  Happily on this visit it was once more on show, so Amy could get in some photography of the structure…





Friday, 11 November 2016

Half Term... Blackpool Illuminations


Probably Amy’s most prolific project to date, “Light Trails” is her sprawling, ongoing, and experimental body of work playing around with long exposure pictures and similar techniques. 


Though she’s done this sort of work at home, or in empty buildings, woodland etc, it is Blackpool and the yearly illuminations which provide the best location for a bit of creative play, and having recently exhibited (and sold) some of the older images from the set, interest was suitably rekindled for another visit…


This year of course she was armed with the new SLR which is streets ahead of the old D90 when it comes to shooting at night, but this visit was mainly about experimenting with the new camera (in between supervising the Scouts and our own Foster Childs).  Still, plenty of leaders and helpers to cover with the youthery, a nice crisp, clear night, and lots of lights to look at.


The "Big One" roller coaster at the Pleasure Beach...



There'll be a separate post with pics of the Tower next, being as it was without scaffold for the first time in a long while... 


The lit-up Ferris wheel is always good for a few shots...



Looking slightly like the titles of Dr.Who...


...appropriately enough as it turned out.