Tuesday, January 17, 2017

A Manfrotto Something...

“It’s here!”

“What is?”

“My prize!”

“What prize?”

“The one for the butler pic I put into the Photocrowd competition!”

“What is it?”

“A Manfrotto something...”

“What ‘something’? Don’t you know what you’ve won?”

“I can’t quite remember… it was a couple of months ago I entered. The box says Manfrotto on it.”

“Well what do Manfrotto make?”

“They’re mostly known for their camera tripods, but I don’t think that was the prize…”

“There’s an easy way to find out.”

“How?”

“Why don’t you just open the box?”

And so it was that I discovered I’d won a pretty nifty Manfrotto RedBee-210 backpack designed specifically for travelling with your camera gear, with plenty of room for camera, lenses, batteries and even a small laptop and tablet.


Images courtesy of Amazon.co.uk

A couple of months ago, I saw a photo competition at Photocrowd.com, in association with PhotoPlus Magazine, called “Time for Tea.” I decided one of the images from the Craufurdland Castle shoot would be my best shot, and duly entered it.



Just before Christmas I was delighted to discover I’d actually won!

https://www.photocrowd.com/contests/710-time-tea/overview/

And the prize arrived this morning.

It’s the perfect size for cabin luggage when you’re flying, which would have ideal when I went to Morocco back in November.

However, the timing is still isn’t bad as my current camera bag is feeling its age and the stitching is coming loose on one of the shoulder straps.

Thank you Photocrowd, PhotoPlus, and Manfrotto!


Tuesday, January 10, 2017

2016 in Photographs (and videos)

Since 2009, at the beginning of January I've always posted my favourite photos of the previous year. Since we're well into January now, I thought it time to do it again.

You can find previous ones here: 2015, 2014, 2013, 2012, 2011, 2010, 2009

There's a varied selection, so hopefully something for everyone. I'm always interested in feedback, so if you'd care to leave a comment about which one(s) are your favourite, or any personal observations, it would be warmly appreciated.

As always, you can click on the images to see larger versions.

Squirrel

Wildlife photography is not my strong point - most of my attempted images are of the backs of the animals as they disappear into the undergrowth or are flying away. Squirrels in particular are notoriously difficult to catch in the wild, so I was delighted to capture this shot.
For more about this shot, click through to this blog post:
http://kimayres.blogspot.co.uk/2016/02/looking-up.html

Roots Cahoot

It's always fun to create a shot where you don't take it all in at first glance, but need to explore the photo to build the layers of story.
For more about this shoot, click through to this blog post:
http://kimayres.blogspot.co.uk/2016/03/roots-cahoot-photo-shoot.html

Iona Barker

Iona runs workshops on sewing, textiles and design in Glasgow, Edinbugh, Dundee and Aberdeen. She even spent some time as head of wardrobe at the Hydro Arena in Glasgow, where she worked with the likes of Beyoncé, Prince and Dolly Parton. I was asked to photograph her for Dumfries and Gallwoay Life magazine.
For more about this shoot, click through to this blog post:
http://kimayres.blogspot.co.uk/2016/04/iona-barker-say-it-aint-sew.html

Beech

Early spring, just before the leaves are thinking about coming out, I was wandering through the woods looking for shapes and lines and loved the way the sun was hitting the web from behind.

Rural Mural

So much fun doing this fashion shoot for textile artist, Morag Macpherson. A full team of models, hairdressers and makeup artist was required for it. I also had friends along to video it



For more about this shoot, click through to this blog post:
http://kimayres.blogspot.co.uk/2016/05/photo-shoot-at-rural-mural.html

Craufurdland Castle

Simeon Rosset is a genuine freelance butler and can be hired to add class to any occasion. For this shoot we were in the library of a genuine Scottish Castle.
For more about this shoot, click through to this blog post:
http://kimayres.blogspot.co.uk/2016/07/castles-butlers-and-tea-on-lawn.html

Eden Festival

Without doubt, Eden is one of the best music festivals in Scotland, and one of the things that makes it a photographer's dream is at least half the people (probably more) who attend enjoy dressing up.
For more about this shoot, click through to this blog post:
http://kimayres.blogspot.co.uk/2016/06/festivals-photography-and-cracked-man.html

Moniave Manga

Another full team shoot, with even more models and hairdressers, this time at Moniaive Comic Festival and inspired by Manga styling. Again, the video will give you a fuller sense of the experience.



For more about this shoot, click through to this blog post:
http://kimayres.blogspot.co.uk/2016/08/moniaive-manga.html

Judging the Competition

I was asked to judge a photo competition at The Stove in Dumfries. I took this shot of fellow judges, Elisabeth and Martin, enjoying the back light coming through the windows

Robyn Stapleton at Comlongon Castle

Another team shoot to get this image, involving hairdresser, makeup artist, singer/model, and an owl. Huge fun. Once again, I managed to drag a friend along to video it:



For more about this shoot, click through to this blog post:
http://kimayres.blogspot.co.uk/2016/08/comlongon-castle-robyn-stapleton-and-owl.html

Alex Kapranos at the Firefly Festival

Back in "Scotland's Coolest Village", Moniaive, to photograph the Firefly Festival. Alex Kapranos, who heads Franz Ferdinand, made a guest appearance on the set of The Amphetaminies.

Earth's Crust Bakery

Earth's Crust Bakery creates the most wonderful artisan bread in 500 miles or more. After their original garden-shed based business burned down, they set up in town and have grown from strength to strength. I did this shoot for them in exchange for a year's supply of bread...
For more about this shoot, click through to this blog post:
http://kimayres.blogspot.co.uk/2016/08/earths-crust-bakery.html

Primal Scream at Electric Fields

Another festival - this time Electric Fields, headlined by Primal Scream. Was quite pleased with this one of lead singer, Bobby Gillespie.

Meg's Hair

Regular readers of my blog just wouldn't feel any collection of my photos would be complete without at least one of my daughter, Meg.
For more about this shot, click through to this blog post:
http://kimayres.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/do-you-really-want-your-child-to-be.html

Desert Sunrise

At the beginning of November I had an brilliant trip out to Morocco, which  included staying overnight in the desert. Watching the sunrise over the dunes was unforgettable (although I had to take photos so I wouldn't forget...)
For more about this experience, click through to this blog post:
http://kimayres.blogspot.co.uk/2016/11/camels-in-sahara.html

Selfie on a Camel

After that sunrise, we rode back on camels. Very sore on the rear, but one of the most amazing experiences. Although I'm not usually a great fan of selfies, this one does put a smile on my face.


I hope you've enjoyed my selection - please leave a comment below with any thoughts or observations, and let me know your favourite!

Wishing each and every one of you all the very best for 2017.

Sunday, January 01, 2017

The Immortal Australopithecus

I'm in the process of revamping my study/studio and sorting through piles of paper that have been sitting around for years.

At a time when so many people have been reflecting on the number of famous deaths this past year, and an ensuing sense of mortality, it was interesting to come across a short story I wrote several years ago about the notion of immortality, and whether it might not be all it's cracked up to be...

Happy New Year!

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Four million years ago, the devil offered him immortality, which he gladly took.

For a hundred thousand years he ruled his tribe. For five hundred thousand more he was responsible for many great empires.

He survived ice ages, the rise and fall of the oceans, the spreading of deserts and immense floods.

Eventually none of his species survived: he outlived them all.

Then he outlived other, younger species, although their evolved abilities began to make things more difficult.

Even the Neanderthals were beyond him. Unable to understand their more complex syntax and grammar, he struggled to keep up with their conversations.

All he had to fall back on was instincts and experience, neither of which could prevent him feeling a deep loneliness.

The final insult was the development of touch-screen phones, which were never designed for thumbs as large as his...

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Festive Wishes

On Thursday I drove up to Edinburgh to pick up my son, Rogan, and bring him home from university for Christmas.

Yesterday he helped me construct a new computer desk because sometime before new year he's going to be building me a new computer! A couple of months ago he built his own, inspired by a few of his friends who'd done it, and realised he could save a few hundred pounds if he bought the components and stuck them together himself. Such was his success that he offered to build one for me if I bought the parts, and that would be his Christmas present for me.

It certainly beats a pair of slippers...

Maggie's busy creating enough food to feed a small army, despite there being only half a dozen of us here for dinner tomorrow, but that's always been her way.

Meg has bought and paid for all the gifts she's giving everyone else. It took a little bit of managing as she has no sense of money at all. You might say you like hot chocolate, or you might say you like Ferraris - she would buy you either if she had the money and not distinguish the difference - it's just something you like so she'd want to get it for you. Her generosity is legendary, but her ability to understand cost is non existent.

So, Christmas is here once again and I feel truly blessed to have a roof over my head, food in the cupboard and be surrounded by a loving family. I know that so many people are lacking in one or more of these things, and that's heartbreaking.

No sign of snow this year, so a Christmassy photo wasn't easy to find, but a couple of weeks ago there was a bit of frost and I managed to catch the last of it sugar coating the tips of some holly leaves, so I thought that would do.



Whatever your cultural, religious or spiritual beliefs (or lack thereof), I hope this festive season is good to you and your loved ones.

Wishing you all the very best!

Kim x

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Mostly Ghostly at Comlongon Castle

Did she jump, or was she pushed?

Either way, The Green Lady, believed to be the Lady Marion Carruthers who fell to her death from the tower over 400 years ago, has apparently been haunting Comlongon Castle ever since.


Comlongon Castle at night

Earlier in the Autumn, I was contacted by Buzzfeed to accompany one of their reporters who would be staying overnight after attending the Ghost Tour by Mostly Ghostly Investigations - Dumfries and Galloway’s first paranormal investigation team and creators of a range ghost and local history tours.




Hilary investigates for Buzzfeed

Researched in-depth and presented with a theatrical enthusiasm, the tour takes you round the castle while you are given the history of the building, the region, the local fueds, and reports of ghostly sightings - from the anecdotal to the well documented.




The Tour

It was all great fun, helped on by the fact I've done photo shoots out at Comlongon before now (see Comlongon Castle, Robyn Stapleton, and an Owl... and Photographing The Yahs), and Kathleen - one of the Mostly Ghostly team - happens to work with my stepdaughter, Holly, on her day job.



Personally I've never had any ghostly experiences - the paranormal seems to have passed me by. I once visited a psychic who apparently was able to tell everyone else in the group I was with, "things he couldn't possibly have known." This self confessed band of arch sceptics were astounded by his abilities. However, with me he got everything wrong. Random chance should have dictated he would have made one or two lucky guesses, but no, not a single point of accuracy. The others in the group, rather than conclude the guy was a fraud, decided the only likely explanation was I must have some super-strong psychic blocking powers...

But this lack of personal interaction with any spooks, spectres or things that go bump in the night, didn't stop me having a bit of fun creating a couple of ghostly images using long exposure techniques with my camera.


Kathleen looking quite ghostly


Hilary's wife, Madz, appears as a spectral presence on the chair in front of the bed

If you'd like to follow them on Facebook, you can keep up to date with the various tours put on by Mostly Ghostly Investigations, and Comlongon Castle periodically does competitions to win a stay in their amazing castle.

https://www.facebook.com/mostlyghostlyinvestigations/
https://www.facebook.com/ComlongonCastle/

And if you'd like to read the final Buzzfeed article, you can find it here: Buzzfeed: G-G-G-Ghosts




Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Haggling in Marrakesh

"Español? Deutsch? Français? English?"

He must have noticed the fractional shift in my body language.

"You are from England?" he asks.

"Scotland," I say, then silently chide myself for replying and falling for the tactic.

"Ah, Braveheart! Come! Take a look! I give you very good price!"

I don't know what the newer part of Marrakesh was like, but we (see paragraphs 4 & 5 of the previous post, Camels in The Sahara) were based in the Medina - the older, original, walled part of the city - where the streets were narrow, labyrinthine, and often very crowded. Hundreds of small shops - some no bigger than the size of a double bed - spilling out from the walls, selling everything from toothbrushes to tourist tat. Fruit and vegetables were often laid out on sacks on the ground


A music shop - it might not be big, but the owner will give you a very good price on any of the instruments. It's a shame I didn't have a bigger luggage allowance for the flight home.


Presentation is everything.


Presentation isn't everything

Along these streets moved pedestrians, bicycles, hand carts, donkey-drawn carts, mopeds and occasionally the odd taxi or 4x4. It was surprising how quickly you developed a 6th sense for approaching vehicles. In fact, even on the actual roads there are precious little priority signs - the boldest muscle their way forward, while the adventurous dive in front of them. At first it seems chaotic and perilous, and yet despite the constant expectation of imminent collisions and bloodshed, I saw no accidents while I was there. Everyone's road sense appears to be heightened - the lack of imposed external rules meaning each person is responsible for their own safety, rather than relinquishing it to a bunch of give-way signs.


Who needs a moped when you have a donkey?



Then there were the souks, or markets, many of them all selling what appeared to be exactly the same thing. There were rows and rows of shops selling shoes, or entire areas dedicated to jewellery, or lampshades, or scarves, or olives. And if you wanted chicken for dinner, then they would take a live one from the cages behind and butcher it for you. In a warm climate where a culture has developed without refrigeration, leaving meat lying about for any length of time isn't a good idea.


Several different shops selling the same thing - no idea how you chose which one to deal with

And nothing had a price on it.

When you are used to browsing, lifting things off shelves, moving from shop to shop to compare prices, and only interacting with someone when you take the items to the till, this can be pretty confusing.


Can you see a price tag? Anywhere?

First of all, you have to express an interest. Having said that, expressing an interest can be interpreted as just walking within 20 yards of a place. If you glance even fleetingly at something the eagle-eyed shopkeepers will immediately pick up on it and try and engage you in conversation. And if you pause to look at something that might be of interest, then the shopkeeper will immediately become your best friend, love everything about you and the country you are from and insist they will give you the very best of deals.

They will be extraordinarily attentive and helpful in finding something you might like, from using long sticks to lift something hooked high up the walls to rushing to the shop next door to borrow back their stepladder. They want to make sure that what is eventually in front of you is the very thing you now cannot imagine living without.

So now you have to ask the price. They will give you "a very good price" based on the fact you are a tourist and have an expensive camera on your shoulder. And so the game begins.

You laugh at their outrageous presumption that you are a rich tourist who doesn't know you never pay the asking price, and tell them you would never pay that much.

They ask what you would pay for it.

You give them a much lower figure at which point they looked shocked, and will immediately tell you this is not some cheap imitation. If it's leather or stone jewellery, they will whip out a lighter and pass the flame over it to show you it is not plastic, but will knock up to 15% off their original asking price. (This can, occasionally backfire - one shopkeeper was so keen to demonstrate the Berber necklace I was looking at was not plastic that he forgot the stones were threaded together with a nylon string, which melted and the whole thing scattered across the floor. He insisted, however, it would only take him a moment to string it back together, as he was gathering up all the pieces...)

You tell them it's not worth that much to you, thank them for their time and hand them back the goods.

They ask what you would pay for it back in the country of your origin.

You either ignore the comment or tell them you are not in your country of origin, but perhaps you increase the amount you are prepared to pay.

They look pained and offer a further discount.

And so it goes, back and forth, until either you refuse to go any higher or they refuse to go any lower. And if you're lucky, then you reach a price you are both happy with.

Don't expect to purchase anything in less than half an hour.



Sometimes they look at you with a mild disgust that you have forced them to sell the item at such a low price - as though you are now responsible for the fact their children will not be able to eat anything other than bread for dinner tonight - although I think that has more to do with making you feel like you got a bargain, because you always leave wondering if you've just paid more for it that you should have.

But what is the right price? There are a few places which are "fixed price" shops - you pay the rate on the tags and no haggling - designed for tourists who are terrified of the process. But they are inevitably more expensive, taking full advantage of that fear.

Ultimately you have to go into any negotiation not wondering how much the item is objectively worth - how much it cost them plus an acceptable profit margin - but with a sense of how much that item is worth to you. Is that scarf worth £10 to you, or £5 or £20? Does it really matter if they are making £1 profit or £19 profit, if you have the item you want for a price you are prepared to pay?

In a way it's much like going to an auction - you have to be clear how much an item is worth to you, feel pleased if you got it for less, but not get caught up in the moment and end up paying more than you were prepared to.



It's a different world, a different culture, but that doesn't make it wrong.

Of course, to begin with it's scary - you don't know the rules and fear being ripped off. But once you start getting into it, it's strangely addictive and can be quite a lot of fun - provided you're not in a hurry...



Thursday, November 17, 2016

Camels in the Sahara

It would be 3 days before I would stop being aware of the bruises every time I sat down, but I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

In some ways it was just a slightly more sophisticated version of the childhood experience of riding a donkey on the beach. And it couldn't help but cross my mind that it was such a touristy thing to do. But there I was, riding a camel over sand dunes in the Sahara Desert - and it was awesome.


I don't usually do selfies, but I needed to record this

Increasing discomfort aside, there were times when I was at complete peace. Moments when I had fallen into the rhythm of the camel's stride, the talking from the others had paused, and the only sound was the movement of the camels on the sand and a slight breeze. Moments when the monkey chatter in my own head subsided and I was completely in the now. If it wasn't for the chaffing, I could have continued for weeks.

Back at the beginning of the year Laura Hudson Mackay [] joined the Galloway Photographic Collective, a group of professional photographers I'm a part of. It transpired that she and her husband, Scott, had a 3 bedroom Riad in Marrakesh, Morocco.


Riad Romm'an in the heart of Marrakech - a wonderful place to stay

We jokingly said we should have a GPC meeting out there, but Laura's response was one of enthusiasm. It wasn't long before we had organised a week's trip for the group out to stay there in early November, when the temperatures were more manageable. All but 3 of the members were able to go.

Although there is quite a bit of desert in Morocco, a lot of it is the barren, rocky kind. The dunes that come to mind when you say the word, "desert" were 2 days drive away, on a route that would take us through the spectacular Atlas Mountains, over high passes and through deep gorges.


Driving through the Atlas Mountains

We travelled in two 4x4s, with Scott driving one and Ismael, who looks after Riad Romm'an for Laura and Scott, driving the other. On route, Ismael showed me how to create a Berber turban for the desert.

We would be staying in a camp about 2 hours camel ride from a hotel on the edge of the dunes. The plan had been to arrive an hour or so before sunset to catch the last of the sun's rays skimming across the desert. As it turned out, we arrived just as it was starting to get dark and it was completely overcast.


All aboard!


Heading off into the dunes as it starts to get dark

We set off and it took quite a while to get used to the movement of sitting on top of a camel. Going up the dunes wasn't too bad, but coming down them was tricky, with much more fear of the chance of toppling off. It got steadily darker until all I could make out were the silhouettes of the riders in front of me set against a dark, bluish grey gloom.

Every now and then, a flash of light appeared off to one side. Holly was concerned it was lightning, but I attempted to reassure her it was just car headlights back from the road. She wasn't convinced, but I couldn't hear any thunder and besides, we were in the desert - it doesn't rain in the desert, does it!

Eventually, however, I noticed a streak of lightning off to one side. But there was still no thunder, so it was obviously very far away and probably wouldn't come anywhere near us.

A while later, there was a brighter flash and 23 camel steps later, there was a roll of thunder.

The next flash brought a louder rumble only 18 camel steps after.

Then there was a really bright flash and the whole of the desert lit up for a microsecond. 14 camel steps later the crash was loud. Then the wind picked up, sandblasting us. And then the rain began too.

A couple of thousand miles away from Scotland, in the desert, and we still couldn't escape the rain!

It was hysterically funny.

Being blasted by wind, rain and sand in a storm in the desert, and all we could do was laugh loudly. It was an amazing experience.

We must have been taking longer to arrive than planned - and confidence wasn't helped when the guide started going down one dune, then stopped, and turned back again in a different direction - but we saw some 4x4s driving through the dunes, presumably looking out for us.

I managed to fire off these shots when I saw the camels in front silhouetted against the car lights. Allan Wright has a better shot - he was further back and has a camera that is insanely good in low light (I'm not jealous, honest, no I'm not, not a bit, honestly, I'm not...).





On a camel, in the desert, in the dark and in the rain

We arrived at the camp about half an hour later, and sat down to a wonderful chicken tagine.

The electricity at the camp was solar powered, but as it had been an overcast day, the lights all went out about 8.30pm and it was torches and phone lights after that, except in the main tent where a couple of candles were used.


A fun and relaxing evening by candlelight

At 5am, lying on my bed, I could still hear the rain on the roof of the tent. It seemed that not only would we not experience the sunrise over the Sahara, but we would most likely be returning via 4x4s rather than camels. It was a bit disappointing, but nothing was going to detract from the experience of being in the storm in the desert the night before.

At 6am I got dressed, picked up my camera and wandered out of the tent. It had stopped raining and the clouds were beginning to break up. I noticed Roger Lever starting to climb the huge, 150m high dune the camp was nestled beneath, so I went over to join him. About a 1/4 of the way up we looked back and the sun was rising through broken cloud.


Sunrise over the Sahara, with no sense of what the dunes are actually like

This was where I realised I had the wrong lens.

Before we left Scotland, I decided I would only take one lens. I didn't want the hassle of constantly changing them, particularly in the desert, so had settled on the wide-angle, with the idea it would be ideal for large, sweeping landscapes. Unfortunately the higher up the dune I went, the smaller everything appeared in the camera. These beautiful dunes spread out below me were as small as ripples on a pond.

I realised I needed to be down among them, so left Roger to continue the climb alone.

The sun was now skimming the tops of the dunes, and I noticed a camel, hobbling up one. It was on 3 legs and the other was bent back up on itself. It must have broked it's leg, I thought, wondering if the guides knew. Then I noticed another camel limping up behind it in exactly the same way. This was too coincidental and suddenly I realised the legs had been tied up - and ideal way to prevent the camels wandering off in the night, and probably a technique that's been used for as far back in time as people have domesticated the animals.

The camels then stood completely still, staring into the sun as though it was some primeval worship.

Getting down low I realised it might look good if I could get a camel silhouetted against the sky, and use the curve of a dune to create a leading line up to it. It took a bit of scrambling about and quite a few photos, but eventually I got what I was looking for.


The shot I was after

With the skies mostly clear by now, after breakfast it meant we were able to do the camel ride back to the hotel after all. After several attempts I managed to do the Berber turban Ismael had shown me and it proved to be ideal head wear - stopping the sun burning my ever growing bald patch and the back of my neck. I started to think I could wear it more often, although it didn't take long to realise it wouldn't really be appropriate for Castle Douglas in SW Scotland.

And this is where we came in - on the back of a camel in the Sahara Desert, finding moments of exhilaration, wonder and peace.


Heading back, not in the dark nor in the rain





The obligatory camel shadow shot