One day I promise to talk
about the joys and challenges of photography. Being blessed with more
enthusiasm than either ability or knowledge, my appointment as ‘official’
photographer for the 125th anniversary was a mixed blessing. Among
the joys was the discovery of the choir loft, a secret hidey-hole filled with jolly
people, who showed no signs of altitude sickness despite being perched so high
above the congregation. And then there was the freedom to wander at will, creeping
up on unsuspecting souls and firing off the flashgun like it was the beginning
of the grouse season. People were very charitable though, especially after a
glass (or more) of red at the post-mass party.
On the other hand, among the challenges was
the discovery that elbows, legs and tables had somehow intruded into
photographs, forcing me to crop, crop and crop again until the pixel count was
positively anemic. Then there were the weird colour shifts, showing that the
camera (and I) had got the white balance wrong, due to the unhealthy mix of
daylight, flash, tungsten and fluorescent. Thanks to Adobe Photoshop, not every
person ended with an orange permatan. Also, at one stage my old flashgun refused
to talk with the camera and simply sulked, resulting in pictures in which the
only visible parts were the whites of the eyes! Ah well, it was a great learning
experience!
Now, a few photos:
A general view of the
church interior, featuring the new red carpet (it was green until a couple of months
ago).
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