A3 (c. 16"x12") print on:
Permajet Gold Silk (£26)
Innova Soft-textured matt (£24)
Assuming you can get to the upside-down boot hanger without getting mud all over the 'nice
clean floor', it's a good way to store them since most beasties wouldn't be able to get inside.
Spiders still can, though. And it doesn't keep photographers looking for a quirky shot away
either. I might not have sold a copy of this print yet, but I like it, and it's a reminder of a very
pleasant weekend in Gloucestershire with friends. Usually when I'm away with friends I'm the
source of some irritation with my tendency to lurk behind looking for subject matter (I acquired
the nickname 'Lurkio' by the same annoying habit. But then it annoys me that everyone else
rushes off without waiting...). It's true that photography is essentially a one-man operation:
without that freedom to 'lurk' a lot of good photography just wouldn't happen. You can poke
around in odd forgotten corners to your heart's content as long as the Mrs isn't anxious to go
shopping or the parking meter's about to run out. For most of my best pictures I've lurked to
one degree or another - it's part of the job description. Henri Cartier-Bresson must have been
the consummate lurker, but never credited as such.
Assuming you can get to the upside-down boot hanger without getting mud all over the 'nice
clean floor', it's a good way to store them since most beasties wouldn't be able to get inside.
Spiders still can, though. And it doesn't keep photographers looking for a quirky shot away
either. I might not have sold a copy of this print yet, but I like it, and it's a reminder of a very
pleasant weekend in Gloucestershire with friends. Usually when I'm away with friends I'm the
source of some irritation with my tendency to lurk behind looking for subject matter (I acquired
the nickname 'Lurkio' by the same annoying habit. But then it annoys me that everyone else
rushes off without waiting...). It's true that photography is essentially a one-man operation:
without that freedom to 'lurk' a lot of good photography just wouldn't happen. You can poke
around in odd forgotten corners to your heart's content as long as the Mrs isn't anxious to go
shopping or the parking meter's about to run out. For most of my best pictures I've lurked to
one degree or another - it's part of the job description. Henri Cartier-Bresson must have been
the consummate lurker, but never credited as such.
A3 (c. 16"x12") print on:
Permajet Gold Silk (£26)
Innova Soft-textured matt (£24)