So far I’ve focussed on the areas of photography that I love. People and wildlife.
I try to challenge myself from time to time to keep things fresh, and I’m the kind of person that doesn’t like to be beaten by something – I’ve tried always to have a “can do” attitude rather than a “give up” one.
However, there is one genre of photography I have never to got to grip with. Landscape photography.
I have tried and tried. I have studied some beautiful landscape photos, indluding the work of the incredible Amstel Adams. I just can’t ever seem to get it right.
The closest I ever came was a trip to Scotland, when my now husband took me away for a week to stay on Loch Goil.
It was a really tricky week for me. My father was seriously ill and I was in a very dark place. The situation was only going to get worse and I wasn’t dealing with it very well. So we found ourselves in the middle of nowhere, in complete tranquility, so that I could take some time away and recharge my batteries before the storm.
I don’t know if it was the situation that made me see the beauty around me, or whether the area was just so beautiful that it’s impossible not to take a half decent photograph of it. Whatever it was, it is probably the the nearest I’ve ever come to being happy with some landscape photography of my own.
We walked for miles this week and took our camera’s everywhere with us. The scenery and lighting just all seemed to to play game for me. Wherever I looked there was a moment of beauty that took my breath away.
The lush green woods and the rambling streams, the way the morning sun came over the hills and shone down over the Loch. Every moment was magical.
I cried a lot this week. As every day a little more stress left my body, the tears flowed freely. It sounds like it was sad, but it wasn’t. It was release. It’s probably the closest I’ve ever come to feeling in some way spiritual. That’s the only way I can describe the effect it had on me. It was a magical place that happened to come in to my life at exactly the right time. This was the perfect medicine and it gave me the strength I needed to get through what came over the couple of months that followed.
It also taught me that anything is possible. The elusive genre that had forever foxed me and left me feeling like I couldn’t do this found a way of giving me something that worked for me when I needed to find some kind of inner strength. I may never take a set of photos again that I’m pleased with in the way I am with these, but that’s ok. I’ll always have this moment.