Last week I explored the magic of light.
In my early years, the local photographer handled everything from weddings, debs, insurance claims, business portraits and some commercial products.
They were all shot in studio. With a few props that seemed to be included in the photo as mandatory. A young lass could have the mirror, and sideboard in both her deb shots and then again in her wedding shots. As the work was hand-coloured the wall was toned to match the necessary colour scheme needed for the client’s satisfaction.
I’ve written before of the new wedding photographer who stated up, not using studio, but rather outdoor environmental portrait setting. It was a change that suited the era. It set the bench mark and the old studio would eventually fade away.
Needless to say as a young photographer, the magic of working in the outdoors and following overseas styles I quickly accepted the use of light and outdoor settings and was constantly on the lookout for the right place to work. Now I have to say that all this was before massive council restrictions, safety requirements and exorbitant insurance policies.
But light knows nothing of such things and still wraps me in its enchanting grasp.
So it’s not surprising as we were working with the young Hobbys the other day that the light through the watering of the gardens in the park should catch my attention.
Add to that the mystery of the shapes of the old ‘art in the park’ pieces and I was suddenly transported back so many years, and wishing I had at my disposal a much shorter focal length lens. The long lens just wouldn’t give me the angle of view that I might have explored.
The magic showed and I was drawn to press the shutter.
Light does that to me.