How we photographers can bring ourselves back to the present moment, by appreciating the ground beneath our feet.
About Ken Scott
This author has yet to write their bio.Meanwhile lets just say that we are proud Ken Scott contributed a whooping 23 entries.
Entries by Ken Scott
Carl Rogers, one of the most influential psychologists of the last century, proposed that there are three core conditions for a successful, growth-promoting relationship. Can they apply to appraising photography with a camera club audience.
So you have joined the (post) new year photography party and decided to embark on a 365 Project. You’re not alone. It’s THE thing to do, right? Maybe your friends are doing it. Perhaps someone like me has told you it is the best thing you’ll ever do for your photography. But have you thought about why you are doing it?
Ever had the photography blues? Down. Depressed. The kind of feeling that has you thinking you’ll never make a good photo ever again. What can you do to get out of it?
Does Digital Photography make life easier, or does it just bring less certainty and more complexity?
How connecting with the person behind the image gives us much more of an appreciation for the photographs they make.
TTL is pretty unhappy. All the years I’ve been complaining that rubbish weather follows me to Scotland and Snowdonia (where, of course the mountains generate their fair share of rubbish weather anyway). And now it follows me to Norfolk. Not only did it lash with rain and blow autumnal gales off the North Sea, it […]
There is a photo call with Dave and Jeni, and then a few hugs with the little doggie guys, and then we have to depart this oasis of joy … to stay with Dave and Jeni is to be in the most nurturing, comfortable and fun company you can imagine, and I wouldn’t swap it for anything.
The storm has raged all night with what sounded like a savage power. Sleep is fitful and feverish. And then I wake in a gloomy half-light … Time is distorted; is it morning, or is it evening? I groan involuntarily, and feel a stark sense of utter despair. I am gripped by another overwhelming desire to get off this mountain.
Then there is no power in my legs, as if no fuel is getting through. No air, frequent coughing. I drop further behind. I cough uncontrollably again, and my head spins. Ten more paces; every step is one less.