As good as a Rest.

I had great plans at the start of the year for getting back on the photographic merry-go-round, beginning a new project and regaining a fresh enthusiasm for my imagery, but unfortunatley that hasn’t happened. Like many, this year has been a bit uncertain and because of that, the more exciting things have been put on…

Mad for it.

All being well, I’ll be back for more in 2020! That’s how I signed off my last blog. Probably jinxed it if I’m honest. Sorry world. My bad. It all went a bit pear shaped didn’t it? Pear shaped with a dash of pear jus on a bed of pear crisp, Masterchef style, just lacking…

Moy Bien!

When I was investing plenty of time and effort into learning and developing my images, I used to tart out my galleries to the professionals in the hope of gaining a little feedback or critique that might help me improve my choice of image. I did this quite a bit, especially after the larger events…

Lucky Seventh.

I’ve now been fortunate enough to get to seven Grand Prix. I haven’t won the ticket, nor am I loaded from lottery winning that allow me to walk around summer Silverstone waving my camera about. Each one has been saved for and bought, and then I mount heaps of pressure on myself, as I try…

One last time.

Five years ago, I set myself a challenge. I saw an image by Darren Heath that got me sweaty. It was almost like love at first sight, you know the feeling; when something grabs your attention so hard that you are instantly smitten. You can’t explain why, but you see it as a summit you…

Opportunity Knocks.

Accreditation is the nemesis of any motorsport photographer keen to further theirself. I’ve been lucky over the past year to have experienced accreditation at a few events, although nothing too major. All have been fine experiences at which I like to think I have achieved a level of photographic result.  Personally, I don’t see accreditation…

A Classic Reprieve.

In the aftermath of my last blog, I was left basking in a basket of compliments. I was pretty stoked with that.  The images I took at the British Grand Prix were the first gallery I’ve ever presented that I’ve actually felt confident in. I was so pleased with the way they came out, especially…

Prove Yourself.

To take my camera to the Grand Prix or not? That was the question I asked myself, Thursday morning before the first of four straight trips up to Silverstone for the British Grand Prix weekend. It was the Grand Prix. A banquet of creative opportunity where my nemesis of inspiration would be adorned with colour,…

Local Endurance.

A little tardy for this one as it’s been a busy week. A week or so ago, one of the worlds more famous motor racing events was going off round at a little track in the middle of France, packed full of superstars, world champions and enough glitz and glamour and fuss than you could…

And the beat goes on…

Again…I got roasted at the British GT on Sunday. Silverstone provided a day of exquisite sunshine, following a typical dreary morning. Of course, I went out with no sunscreen and a hoody, expecting a luke warm and blowy day that is usually the norm. But I got it wrong. Those of you who happen to…

Tasting Whitebread.

Blazing Sunday afternoons, you’ve got no worries! Alright, I can’t quite get the Small Faces lyrics to fit in, but I gave it a go! Sunday at Silverstone was a ripper as far as the weather was concerned. Possibly the best day I’ve had there, ever. Shorts, tee-shirt, rocking the shades , not a cloud…

But is it Art?

Cars parked amongst the tools and tents of a temporary paddock are not photogenic. No sir. No matter how hard the sun shines, milking those morsels of creativity in a ramshackle village of mechanics, buffet lunches and camper vans is a hard task. Once you’ve shot one nose of a racer poking out in to…