OK. Stop rolling your eyes. We didn't know, okay?
A day or so afterwards, I started to wonder: what am I taking photographs for anyway?
The camera-phone stuff I took on my way to work was basically pretty. Striking buildings, blue skies, odd contrasts, reflections in office windows, the sort of scene that makes your day feel a bit better.
Hastings... is not pretty.
What I wanted was a "nice day out" and some pretty photographs.
Didn't happen.
So I took a few shots and gave up.
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I look at these now, and you know? They're they're not great, but neither are they bad. The hotels going diagonally across the frame; a perfectly serviceable joggers-on-the-promenade shot; the shops underneath the hotels, and that long iron-stain on the front of the Palace Court. You get some kind of feel for the place.
Then there were these decay-as-art shots...
And here's the pretty one to end with. A study in greys worthy of Whistler.
The next trip to the coast we make will be prefaced by enough research to ensure sandy beaches. With sunshine.
If I was a real photographer, I would make trips to Kent Coast towns with pebbly beaches and take well-framed shots of tired 1890's buildings, closed shops, unsightly modern developments, and whatever attractive views there may be.
But I'm a tourist. I want a nice day out and some pretty pictures.
Which is sort of an answer to my original question, but now I want to add: is that all?
And here's the pretty one to end with. A study in greys worthy of Whistler.
The next trip to the coast we make will be prefaced by enough research to ensure sandy beaches. With sunshine.
If I was a real photographer, I would make trips to Kent Coast towns with pebbly beaches and take well-framed shots of tired 1890's buildings, closed shops, unsightly modern developments, and whatever attractive views there may be.
But I'm a tourist. I want a nice day out and some pretty pictures.
Which is sort of an answer to my original question, but now I want to add: is that all?
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