Showing posts with label Running. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Running. Show all posts

Sunday, January 31, 2010

A man and his greyhound


When nobody could have told you where Benidorm or Palma were, this was the place where happy holidaymakers in England came to sun themselves (or rather shiver) on the beach in late Victorian and Edwardian times - Scarborough, Northumberland. This was taken in 1980 long after the English any longer took holidays in England. But there, perched on the cliff, is where you would have stayed one hundred years ago. Is it still standing?

In this photograph all six legs, by chance, are off the ground. In the same way, also by chance, all four legs are off the ground in the photograph of the horse, posted on October 25th, 2009. I remember in this photograph, setting the focus on a 28mm lens to about 10 ft and keeping the dog and its owner that distance away from me.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Lizzie



This is the dog who my wife Caroline and I look after three days a week. If only editors would react to my photographs the way the dog's owner did when I gave her a print for her birthday: she burst into tears. It was a slow shutter speed, maybe a 30th second, panning with the animal to give the background blur, and some good luck with Lizzie's graceful position at the moment she past me.