Monday, 23 November 2015
Further Tales of the Riverbank
A few more from Friday night's pre-concert ramble along the Thames embankment. Not a bad haul for an hour's work, but then the South Bank is the sort of place you could set a camera on self-timer, swing it round your head by its strap, and still get a great shot. In fact, I might even try that, sometime. But I would still like to think it's the way I swing it that gets results.
Of course, it helps if you're not fussy about photo-phetishes like sharpness, and such. I actually like the blurriness of hand-held night shots, which seems to give a diffused, inner warmth to the shapes and colours that always reminds me of happily stumbling around town on a cold night in a state of profound intoxication. Now there's something I have tried -- oh, just once in a while in my youth -- but no longer practise, endorse, or recommend. Srsly!