We’ve done this route before as part of a longer cycle ride but this beautiful spring morning, we just walked the promenade with the dog, giving me opportunity to snap as I went…
Self taught over the past few years, not only does Conrad have imaginative concepts for different shoots, he is also making wonderful contributions to recording the town’s heritage with his portrait photos of local celebrities and trades people which are published by the local magazine Hastings Voice.
On this particular shoot, he had organised a make up artist: KW Make Up, a model: Katie Gould (who had never before modelled so big well done to her) and a videographer: Kastiel Wilkin. And, although I had gone with the idea of just watching to see how a shoot is conducted, I was encouraged to get my camera out – which I did. And, although a little different for me, here are the results.
Love it or hate it, it has sparked a lot of local debate. Like Marmite, I love it. These photos were taken a week apart.
These photos have been posted daily to Facebook. Due to a birthday week this week, family photos seem to have crept their way in. Never mind…. was lovely to see them.
This near abandoned bastion of industry just north of Shoreham (Beeding) was constructed at the turn of the C20th (history here) on the site of a traditional lime quarry. Unfortunately, with the threat of such a hefty fine and a seemingly active security guard, we weren’t quite brave enough to breach the fences and get some interior shots which I imagine would have been just as unsettling as the architecture and decay of the dominating exterior. The South Downs, being composed predominantly of chalk, are scarred, up and down the coast, with evidence of mining – although few are as imposing as this site.
I’ve tried a different type of edit inspired by a post from Lenscaper, although for different reasons. I’m hoping desaturating this image and pushing the curves will exaggerate the lines on the buildings and suggest austerity and a lack of activity. What do you think?
It was a bit of a climb (understatement) which was more acute than high but well worth the effort. Luckily, before we went, I hadn’t read anything of the tales of rituals and witchcraft that have been reported from and about Chanctonbury Ring that sits up high on the South Downs in Sussex. And, maybe my excitement to possibly wild camp there one evening has been somewhat dampened since reading said tales – we’ll see.
My, how the year flies by. I’ve heard it said that eventually people find their style in Photography. Looking at this lot, no matter how much time passes, I still seem to be all over the place with the type of photos I take and how I process them. Still waiting to mature, I suppose 🙂