Looking. Really looking.

I went on a ond-day reportage photography workshop last Saturday. I’d attended one on portraits previously and it had been a good experience. One cool thing about that portraits one was the way a handful of strangers came together one day and sort of bonded over the act of taking each other’s pictures. It’s a funny feeling, too, being the model. I went all giggly, posing in front of a tree with my hair gently wafting in the breeze, thinking ‘everyone’s focusing on me, weird!’

Anyway, the reportage workshop involved telling the story of a place through photographs. The place we’d be using was St Nicholas Market here in Bristol. I see St Nicks all the time, as I work near there, go the farmers’ market there, just really feel I know it. Well, of course photography is all about looking. Really looking. And so of course, you know what I’m going to say, I hadn’t really, really seen the market before, well not as well as I was going to see it now! (I also thought, how will we manage to fill all these photography sessions he’s got planned; surely we’ll run out of things to photograph? Well, amazing, they were easily filled and there is always something else to photography. Until you run out of steam and sit down for a coffee. And then you see more again from that vantage point. And so it goes. And on the walk home afterwards your eyes won’t stop ‘looking’! It’s almost an overload.)