We went to the local classical car show in town today… My Achilles heel revealed ..
I love and hate these kind of events with equal measures. I am horribly impatient and intolerant. There I said it.
I really do like classic cars and I want to photograph them. What I hate is people, in my way, in my shot. Strolling without a care in the world into my very space.
I particularly hate the ones where I have crouched down and took ages to frame it, get the settings right, the light is right and just as I am about to press the shutter I have Mr Beige Slacks with his saggy arse, sandles and socks walk smack bang in my view finder, for ages. And ages, and fecking ages. Then when he moves Doris his wife with her mobility scooter forces everyone and their dog to move out of their way as they are going past like it or not and bedlam ensues and I have lost the will the live never mind to take the photograph.
Put me in an empty room please with things and no people.
I opted for close-ups. It just made my day easier. My own kids and even my dog know to move aside when I get that look in my eye.