My Shutterstock activity

Well it has been just over two years since I opened my account with Shutterstock and by the end of today, I should have just over 500 images uploaded. This number, although seeming huge to me, is apparently, just a tiny handful for those contributors who seem to be most active.

This is one from the batch I shall upload later today. I can’t even imagine if it has a commercial value and if it will sell as a stock photo. It may do better on a site that sells contributors images as canvases – I have yet to look at that properly. I barely spend enough time doing what social media I already do (and that is another discussion).


I can’t say stock photography seems to be all glamour – my most sold photo (and my hardest working because it usually sells for minimum return) is a photo I’m not particularly proud of being the author of. But, it has made a fair contribution to my sales, and it does seem to fulfil a commercial need for users all over the world:


And the photo with the best average returns (least sold for most money) is another non-glamourous image that I snapped quickly on the quayside in Folkestone:


This was an early photo that I thought might have some value to show the gender differences between boys and girls but it has never sold. And now, I wonder if it is not such a good photo:



There are a couple of early photos that I do like, and I thought they might have a commercial use but they have never sold. Maybe I need to review the keywording and titles of these images as I feel they should still have potential:






I’m pleased to say I think the quality of my photos is vastly improving as time rolls on. It doesn’t necessarily mean the most recent photos outsell ones that have been there longer – yet. I hope this one does well:



It is a very mysterious game but it is a game I quite enjoy… checking everyday to see what has sold. Having the occasional jolt because nothing sold that day or, the euphoria because a single image sold for a good sum of money. I shall never make my fortune with it but, yes, it’s a good game.

After reading this, if anyone is tempted to get involved in the challenge that is stock photography, there is a reasonable referral scheme. Why not message me and we could talk about how that works.






Week 46 of this never-ending 366 challenge

I know I shall be sorry when the challenge is over but for the moment….

Anyway, this week, back home, from India into the cold climate of the British autumn. I hope you might forgive that I haven’t been hanging around outside much for photos this week but, on the positive side, it is pushing me to think about some indoor still lifes… Which it would seem I do need some practise with. Here goes:

He’s been with us a long time.
Glass ceilings in Eastbourne cafes
Lined up, practising to be sausages
It’s 11pm, WHAT picture can I make?
I’d quite like a real one.
Yet again this picture of my cute little Jack Russell because. not only did she win club dpi of the year at our local club but she has now won a bronze medal at the Sussex Photographic Federation this month.
WHY did I come back from town with more Christmas decorations? Save me from Christmas in November.



Rye Jazz Festival in Mono

It’s that time of the week, and it’s that time of year again. Rye Jazz Festival is going from strength to strength every year and, despite a dreary day with intermittent downpours, it seemed a good time was had by all on the Saturday.

Something else that is going from strength to strength in terms of the quality of images, is Leanne Coles MMC. Don’t miss out taking a look at all the cool entries here.

Some serious brass from Red Diesel.
The artist and the audience.
Getting out amongst things.
Ahh… The British weather.
Watching the watchers.

366 Week 24

Can’t believe I’m keeping this going – much more consistent than my normal self.

Roxy, my nephew’s funny dog.
Yes, it is what it says on the label. The Crazy Golf World Championships – only in Hastings could they hold this.
Local park after the rain.
Long exposure at the beach.
The continual quest to get a good shot of under the pier.
New footpaths around new link road.
Bottoms Up!!!


Weekly Monochrome Madness Challenge – Boat back to Split

Having prepared a post, and written an email last week…. I eventually realised, when I found the email still in my draft box, I hadn’t actually sent it and as Leanne, despite her many skills is not psychic, I missed out being at the party. Here’s hoping – after struggling for an entry for this week until I remembered these shots I took whilst returning home at the end of a beautiful day touring some Croatian islands on a speed boat – that I get there this week.

Photo Challenge – Cover Art

Often, it is difficult to keep this post to just 6 images (and sometimes I don’t) and then, sometimes it is difficult to come up with 6 images but I always try. This week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge theme is ‘Cover Art’ so coming up with 6 images is going to be a challenge. I thought I’d link my images to singles from an album that I seem to be listening to a lot recently. As I try to get back to running, Moloko’s Statues (it’s an oldie but a goodie) is the album that helps me put one foot in front of the other at the moment. The track titles appear as captions to each of the images below.

Weekly Photo Challenge – Humanity

This week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge is another tricky one. What is humanity? If you asked one hundred people to define humanity, I wonder if you would get one hundred answers.

At the Eastbourne Steampunk Festival, it was lovely to see all ages come together to enjoy the creativity of the costumes, the music, the artwork et al.

Is ‘Meltdown’ an adventure?

This weeks Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge is adventure. It happens to coincide with something engaging I saw on Saturday. The Coastal Currents arts festival has been kicking off this week and on Saturday we caught a 10-15 minute performance/installation/sculpture in the park. Melt Down, choreographed by Rosemary Lee surely must be an emotional and intellectual adventure for performer and audience alike. An enforced 10 minute meditation and attempted interpretation of watching these men melt into the grass encourages a mental adventure through all the potential possibilities of what it could (or not) all mean.