A3 (c. 16"x12") print on:
Permajet Gold Silk (£26)
Innova Soft-textured matt (£24)
A2 (c. 23"x16") print on:
Permajet Gold Silk (£40)
Innova Soft-textured matt (£36)
Permajet Gold Silk (£40)
Innova Soft-textured matt (£36)
framing suggestion:
You're bursting for a cuppa yourself, but you've just spotted a perfect shot - if only a young
Indian family with kids can be moved out of the way. So with profuse apologies, you politely
explain what you want and find they're only too happy to oblige (they can come back
anytime, you're never likely to come back at all). Getting the shot in this case also meant
re-arranging the kettles slightly. Meanwhile, your tea's gone cold because, with this shot in the
can, you spot another picture you'd like to get (see 'Wall of kettles' elsewhere on this site),
one that's a bit more complicated so now you're in everybody's way... And so it goes on.
Back home, you spend hours carefully cloning out the unwanted pipes running through the
middle of the picture before you're happy with it. It's a wonder hospitals don't have a special
ward for starving and dehydrated photographers. Actually, in Britain they do, it's called the
pub, and despite them closing down at a rate of knots, there's always one somewhere with a
medicinal brew on tap...
This picture is of the upstairs of a teashop off the main street in Kochi, not far from the
fascinating Chinese fishing nets and opposite a cloth emporium where they'll sell you armfuls of
cotton whilst swearing blind that it's silk (the stuff they show you will be silk, the stuff you walk
away with won't be!). But you don't care really, it was so cheap and the con was perpetrated
with such charm and artistry that you easily forgive them.
You're bursting for a cuppa yourself, but you've just spotted a perfect shot - if only a young Indian
family with kids can be moved out of the way. So with profuse apologies, you politely explain what you
want and find they're only too happy to oblige (they can come back anytime, you're never likely to
come back at all). Getting the shot in this case also meant re-arranging the kettles slightly. Meanwhile,
your tea's gone cold because, with this shot in the can, you spot another picture you'd like to get
(see 'Wall of kettles' elsewhere on this site), one that's a bit more complicated so now you're in
everybody's way... And so it goes on. Back home, you spend hours carefully cloning out the
unwanted pipes running through the middle of the picture before you're happy with it. It's a wonder
hospitals don't have a special ward for starving and dehydrated photographers. Actually, in Britain they
do, it's called the pub, and despite them closing down at a rate of knots, there's always one
somewhere with a medicinal brew on tap...
This picture is of the upstairs of a teashop off the main street in Kochi, not far from the fascinating
Chinese fishing nets and opposite a cloth emporium where they'll sell you armfuls of cotton whilst
swearing blind that it's silk (the stuff they show you will be silk, the stuff you walk away with won't be!).
But you don't care really, it was so cheap and the con was perpetrated with such charm and artistry
that you easily forgive them.
The kettles of Kerala
When you're bursting for a cuppa yourself and you find a young Indian family with kids are in the way of your perfect shot, you displace them for as short a time as possible and with profuse apologies. But you don't leave until you have the shot you want (they can come back anytime, you're never likely to come back at all). Getting the shot in this case also meant re-arranging the kettles slightly. Meanwhile, your tea's gone cold because, downstairs, you find another shot you'd like to get (see elsewhere on this site), one that's a bit more complicated and in everybody's way... And so it goes on. It's a wonder hospitals don't have a special ward for starving and dehydrated photographers. Actually, in Britain they do, it's called the pub, but it doesn't happen anywhere else.This picture is of the upstairs of a teashop off the main street in Kochi, not far from the fascinating Chinese fishing nets and opposite a cloth emporium where they'll sell you armfuls of cotton, swearing blind that it's silk (the stuff they show you will be silk, the stuff you walk away with won't be!) But you don't care really, it was so cheap and the con was perpetrated with such charm and good humour that you forgive them. Almost. Back home, you spend hours carefully cloning out the unwanted pipes running through the middle of the picture before you're happy with it. It's not a great shot, but it looks good on the kitchen wall.
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A3 (c. 16"x12") print on:
Permajet Gold Silk (£26)
Innova Soft-textured matt (£24)
A2 (c. 23"x16") print on:
Permajet Gold Silk (£40)
Innova Soft-textured matt (£36)
Permajet Gold Silk (£40)
Innova Soft-textured matt (£36)