It started off just like any other photography outing. I was in Richmond Park before sunrise, a routine I had become well accustomed to.
A change of perspective can often improve your results when out shooting, as discussed by Scott Bourne in his blog post I read recently, and most photographers are well aware of this. In my case, the change in perspective isn’t to do with moving my feet, or lying down or even selecting a different lens. It’s being unable to get out as much as I normally would due to a bad back. It’s not horrendous so I shouldn’t grumble, it’s just frustrating. When I think back to spring last year, I was out 2-3 times a week in search of bluebells.
I first visited Iguacu Falls in 1992 and was lucky enough to return for a second visit. It truly is a stunning area, with beautiful views all around as you move through the Brazillian and Argentine parks. Photographs really do not do it justice, you have to see it (and hear & feel it) for yourself to really appreciate how wonderful it is. There are literally hundreds of different falls, some small and some enormous.
The garden in question belongs to my friends who live near Vinhedo, which is about 50 miles (80 km) outside of São Paulo. They have a truly wonderful house and garden and this is the first time I have visited.
What I love about Rio are the extremes and contrasts you see all about you. From the poverty stricken to the wealthy a few steps apart on the beach; from the traffic clogged streets to clear highways at the turn of a corner; from calm seas to crashing waves a hundred metres away.
Travelling with family and friends in a group of ten leaves little time for photography. My camera has hardly come out of the camera bag so far, but last night we took a stroll to a nearby beach for sunset, so out it came.
If there is one thing I have learned since starting in photography it’s this – the background is more important than the subject.
Australia trip part 2 (part 1 here – Blue Mountains).
Our visit to Australia started in Sydney, but we also returned there after our jaunt to the Blue Mountains and again at the end of our stay before flying home. So by the end of it, we’d grown quite accustomed to Sydney.