Showing posts from February, 2016

Stepping back and saying No

Life has a way of chucking stuff at you when you think you’ve got everything sorted. The year of 2016 was going to be a year in which I reached out to lots of different potential clients, and built on the foundations laid over the last 12 months. All was going well, my networking efforts were paying off, and the future was looking rosy. Then BAM! In mid January, my wife was diagnosed with breast cancer. Those two words strike fear into your very soul as soon as the consultant sits you down in a small room and tells you straight. You leave the hospital with little knowledge of what lies ahead, apart from the fact that it’s not going to be pleasant. You tell the children as best you can, then both face the reality of it – laying awake for nights on end while your mind comes to terms with it all. Once the scans and biopsy tests are completed, and the clinical treatment plan is laid out, it becomes more manageable, and you can plan ahead to some degree. Thank the lord that it hasn’t

Twilight Luxury

When you’re trying to flog a pad for a cool million sponds, you need some serious imagery to try and get potential buyers through the door. This big old house was a well-hidden pile in 30 acres of grounds in County Durham. This property would probably have gone for 6-7 million in Hertfordshire or Surrey, so it’s actually quite a bargain when you think about it. The owner had asked their estate agent to set up a night shot to show the fascia off to it’s full extent. Cue me! Doing these shots in winter is a challenge as the weather is rarely good enough to get a nice deep clear blue sky. I had to postpone the shoot for a few days until there was a break in the awful January conditions. Snow had fallen the previous day. On the plus side, I could get finished by 4.30, as opposed to the 11pm jobs that need to be endured in the summer. I packed my trusty D800, a Nikon 24mm PC-E lens, Manfrotto carbon fibre tripod, Camranger remote control unit, and a few Speedlights – one clamped to