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burntmoon_uk@yahoo.co.uk (Burntmoon.com) https://www.burntmoon.com/blog/2021/10/foxglove-flowers Sat, 16 Oct 2021 06:09:47 GMT
Tyndrum https://www.burntmoon.com/blog/2015/9/tyndrum
This summer (2015), we camped at a place called Tymdrum, the half way point along the west highland way. Ironically I was going to walk this with a friend but we failed to synchronise our holidays resulting in him doing half of it with some other friends. It was by chance that we stopped here. Our intention was to to camp at Arisaig but it looked like it was about to pour down, bails was getting agitated after spending five hours laid on the back seat with only two breaks. It turned out to be a good choice as the site was clean, staff friendly and they welcome dogs in fact the owner has a terrier and a Hancocks lurched. We went for dinner at a fish and chip shop. I say shop, it was a strange fish cafe, with Eastern European staff and Western European customers, with not a scot in sight. As it turned out I paid nearly £20 for two small portions of fish and chips. After this we walked back to the tent in the rain as I needed to lie down in order to recover! Fortunately it was only £14 a night for the camping.

Shortly after arriving back it started to rain more heavily. Then the wind started to blow. This became progressively worse as the night went on. Bails slept in the awning in a puddle of water, battered by the tent as it was blown into him. Water poured into the ex expedition company 20 year old tent horizontally, borne on a wind that would have taken the tent with it if it wasn't for our combined body weights. Needless to say that in the morning everything was soaked and it was still raining. Welcome to Scotland!

We couldn't sleep in the soaked tent a second night so we took the audacious decision to rent a hikers hut, sleeping two, for £35 per night. This turned out to be a great decision. It had two simple single beds, a very efficient wall heater, two power sockets a kettle and cups and enough floor space for Bails to stretch out. After hanging everything up to dry and putting stuff in the tumble dryer, I sat down with a filter coffee and the iPad and started browsing vw camper vans on eBay. A camper van would have all these little luxuries with the freedom to travel and stop pretty much where we wanted, as well as providing the beatnik feel of my youth. I could become Dean Morriarty, one of my heroes; Neil Cassidy. The only problem to all this is the slight lack of about ten grand, the going rate for a cheap but reliable camper van.
Panorama of the interior of the walkers hut.
Bailey making himself at home.

We stayed two nights in the hikers hut and it rained the whole time, with the odd break when the sun made a brief appearance to lull us into a false sense of optimism. We did a couple of short walks with Bailey, through coniferous woodland. Occasionally we would come across abandoned lead mines, surrounded by warning tape and signs announcing how dangerous these places are. When the sun was out the light was beautiful and photogenic. We found some great lichens and mosses covering tree trunks and rocks alike. I found some butterwort plants seemingly growing on bare rock, subsidising their existence by digesting insects, though we didn't see any hapless victims. I also found a couple of stands of another of my favourite plants, bog asphodel. These were in full yellow bloom in a wet area close to a stream, or perhaps that should be a burn! When they have finished flowering there is just the ochre orange stem, looking beautiful amongst the fresh green of the grasses and ferns. I managed to snap a couple of photos of the surrounding hills during the brief moments they were visible.

Fortunately I'd had the good sense to bring a 60mm macro lens with me, though not a tripod. This allowed me to get close to the flowers, but meant I had to use a fastish shutter speed to prevent any blurring due to the wind. As a result I had a very shallow depth of field. This wouldn't be a problem unless I wanted to submit them to Alamy. They don't seem to understand things like selective focus; if the whole image isn't spot on then it's rejected for being soft. I will be submitting them and I'll let you know what happens, if I remember.

After three nights we headed back South. We broke the journey by staying at a site we'd been to the previous year on the Solway Firth at Annan. It was a commercial caravan site that normally I walls avoid but Liz likes it so... It was only £16 a night, only! The tide was in, the first time we'd seen this. The next morning it was out, so far out that I couldn't see any water at all. We walked with Bailey on the sand. He managed to find the only mud available and was soon pitted. It's strange in that he gets covered in mud, yet within an hour or so he dries and reverts back to his spotless self. This is an art I need to master! To end the morning on a high, I watched two horse riders trotting along the beach as a grey heron flew past them, seemingly close enough for them to touch, though they remained oblivious! I did manage to get a pic but it wasn't great! 
The Heron and horse riders (I did say it was a poor shot!)




 
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burntmoon_uk@yahoo.co.uk (Burntmoon.com) https://www.burntmoon.com/blog/2015/9/tyndrum Fri, 18 Sep 2015 15:32:28 GMT
Two Little Black Numbers https://www.burntmoon.com/blog/2015/9/two-little-black-numbers
This shoot involved two small, hairy, black Imperial Miniature Shitsu's. I knew from the start that this was not going to be easy. The first issue arose as soon as I walked through the door. Pickles decided he didn't like Bailey and expressed his dislike by barking incessantly and running around like a loon. Coco on the other hand seemed to take a shine to me and wasn't bothered by Bails the slightest bit. I put Bailey in the car and Pickles seemed to settle down a bit, but only a bit!

I spent a bit of time getting to know them before I got the camera out. This involved then licking my face and nibbling my ear. I'm not really used to such small dogs, but these guys were adorable! However, well trained and obedient they were not! Neither were they sessile, always on the go and rarely staying still, let alone pausing for a pose.
Pickles

Pickles in mono
Their constant movement was just one issue I had to contend with. The fact that they were black was another. What made things especially difficult is the fact that their eyes were black too. Black dogs are notoriously difficult to photograph. I'll write a blog on this issue sometime soon. I was worried they would just look like black balls of fur, impossible to differentiate between their features. In order to try to overcome this I resorted to using a flash on one of the camera bodies. I much prefer not to have to use flash, natural light is so much better in my opinion. However, if I had used spot metering in order to correctly expose the dog, the background would have been overexposed. Similarly, if I had used the aperture compensation the same thing would have happened. So flash it was, on one body at least.


Surprisingly, one of the most problematic issues was the grass. Seeding stalks of Perennial Ryegrass, standing about eight to ten inches high, seemed to get in the way of every photograph. Pulling them out was easy enough, but I couldn't pull them all out. For some of the photographs I would be able to edit them out in the post processing in Photoshop. However, what a ball ache!
Another issue was the light. I'm not complaining about the weather at all. What we had was far better than rain or howling winds. However, the periods of bright sunshine massively increased the contrast, turning the black fur and eyes even blacker than before!
Such a confident stride for a little dog!
Posing by the flower pot.

This is beginning to sound like I had an horrific time, and this is far from the case. There were such cute and affectionate dogs. They obviously got along so well that I asked if they were related, which they weren't. They would play fight all the time, with Coco always the dominant one. He would run at Pickles who would be on her back before Coco was upon her. I'm not usually a fan of small dogs but these guys were so affectionate and cute!

The photos turned out just as I expected; mostly rubbish! My usual work flow is to open each image in photoshop's Raw converter and do most of my processing in that. I say most of; compared to many photographers I know my workflow is minimal. I think this is because in my head I'm still a film photographer. I still try to get it spot on in camera. However, I am getting better at being a digital photographer. I start by increasing the clarity and the vibrancy, then adding a small amount of saturation, usually between 3 and 7. I then adjust the fill light and overall brightness to suit the image. Then I add a small amount of sharpness. This is easy to overdo, and when it is it ruins an image, so less is defiantly more! The image is then opened in photoshop and saved to JPEG. In the case of Pickles and Coco the fill light feature made some rubbish photos half credible!
A rare moment of chilling in the grass.

Although the images weren't great, it's shoots like these that provide the greatest learning opportunities, and thus develop me as a pet photographer far more than shoots that go smoothly and according to plan! Having said that, I still have to explain to the client why the photo of their beloved pets are so crap, though this has never happened!

As it turned out I was quite pleased with some of the finished images. Take a look for yourself at burntmoon.com/picklesandcoco and let me know what you think by leaving a comment at burntmoon.com/guestbook or on individual images on the website
Arty Nic & Pickles

My thanks to Arty Nic and her dad for the opportunity to photograph Pickles & Coco.
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burntmoon_uk@yahoo.co.uk (Burntmoon.com) https://www.burntmoon.com/blog/2015/9/two-little-black-numbers Fri, 04 Sep 2015 15:29:22 GMT
How much?!*#^*? https://www.burntmoon.com/blog/2015/8/how-much
 
I can understand why people might think this, £49 for one hours work can seem excessive. Then I have the cheek to charge travel costs for return journeys in excess of 20 miles. No wonder I'm rolling in cash - I wish! I'll try to explain the reality behind the myth.
 
Before I even get my camera out of its bag I will have driven to the location of the clients choice. This can be up to ten miles away for no extra charge to the client, anything over 10 miles is charged at £0.45/ mile. That means I'm footing the diesel bill which can be up to £9.00. So that's my income down to as little as £40 before I have even pressed the shutter. Still, £40/hour isn't bad, or it wouldn't be if that was the case.
 
Rarely do I manage to finish a shot in less than 60 minutes, often running over to 90 minutes. However, for the sake of this example lets just suppose I'm on form and finish spot on the hour. I usually take several hundred frames. Back in the office it usually takes me an hour to have a first look at all of them. I then have a second look, deleting these that are below standard, blurred, out of focus etc. On the third view I note the frame numbers of those I want to edit.
 
The time taken to edit can vary massively depending on the subjects, location, lighting etc. I have spent over 90 minutes editing just one image  before,  cloning out distractions from the background, leads, grass stalks, stray hairs, collars etc. On average I spent around 3 to 5 hours tweaking the images in Photoshop. Let's say, to be ultra conservative, I only spend 3 hours editing. That's a total of five hours to do the shoot and edit the images. That's an hourly rate of £8/hour. Above the minimum wage but not quite the £49/ hour people seem to think I earn. Then I still have to upload them to the web site, changing the associated price list for every individual image that is not a standard size, such as panoramas or square formats. All images need key wording, one of the most tedious jobs in my remit. Let's say this takes just an hour. That's six hours work at £6.66/hour. 

Moondog Pet Photography brochure.
 
Let's also factor in the time I spend marketing my business. This involves posting on over 20 Facebook 'buy it, sell it, swap' it kind of groups nearly every day. Designing, producing and paying for the printing of pull-up banners, posters, leaflets, brochures, business cards etc. These need distributing, and there are the dog shows and craft fairs attended to publicise the business. Then I have to design and pay for my website, just the hosting of which costs over £100/ year. 
 
The client then swoons over the beautiful photographs of their beloved pet on their own web site gallery. They place an order for some prints, not forgetting to use their free £10 off photographs bought from the burntmoon web site. That is £10 less profit for me, bringing my income down to £30 for six hours work. Now I'm down to £5.00 /hour; now we are below the minimum wage. Out of this I have to pay National Insurance contributions, tax and in theory into a pension scheme. 
 
Not quite as lucrative as it first seemed. Yet it doesn't stop there. The service the client gets also involves a lot of unseen extras. £400 a year for insurances, including equipment insurance, public liability and professional indemnity. The equipment I use cost over £7000, including cameras, lenses, iMacs, flashes, pocket wizards, studio lights, backgrounds. Then I need a car to get to the locations; mine cost me £6000 about five years ago. What value do I put on the 35+ years that I've spent developing my skills?
 
Consider the fact that I have a home studio and use a spare bedroom as an office in order to try to keep the costs down. If I had to rent a studio and rent some commercial office space I would be bankrupt before I had even launched the business! I'd be better off if I paid clients NOT to hire me!
 
I'll be sending a link to this blog to the next potential customer that baulks at the prices I charge accusing me of being too expensive!
 
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burntmoon_uk@yahoo.co.uk (Burntmoon.com) https://www.burntmoon.com/blog/2015/8/how-much Fri, 28 Aug 2015 12:13:00 GMT
Kaya & Poppy https://www.burntmoon.com/blog/2015/8/kaya-poppy  
 
I recently had the pleasure of shooting Kaya and Poppy. They are both owned by a colleague at work. I wanted more experience of shooting two dogs in one location. Most of my shoots have been the one dog, one hour, one location scenario. I also did not want to inconvenience my colleague so the time and location was arranged around when she would be walking her dogs regardless of my presence. In recompense I wavered the usual two dogs, one location, ninety
minutes fee of £79.
 
"Poppy is a 4 year old working cocker spaniel who’s life started on a farm in Hartlepool. Although she is technically a ‘working’ dog she spends her days wanting cuddles and treats and is known as the ‘eternal puppy’ in the household. Kaya is a 6 year old Shar-Pei who is part sloth as she sleeps 18 hours of each day. Although she is an independent dog by nature she is 100% for her owners and as long as she is with them she is happy and relaxed. Kaya is an unusual breed and is an acquired taste. What makes her more unique is that she suffers from a form of ‘hay fever’ which causes excessive itching, hair loss and bruising to the skin. She has undergone various treatments without success but still remains the most loving natured dog ever!"
 
Kaya

Poppy
 
 
We walked along Ormesby Beck in a very built-up residential area of Middlesbrough behind James Cook University Hospital. Despite the very urban setting it felt as though we could have been in the heart of the British countryside in places. Cow Parsley was in full bloom, with Hogweed about to flower. Fortunately, unlike a lot of Cleveland's riparian habitats, there was no Giant Hogweed to be seen. This was fortuitous because, apart from the fact that it's a serious skin irritant to anyone that touches it, we also had my clients beautiful daughter with us. We were lucky enough to find a large patch of Creeping Buttercup which made for a great backdrop to some cool photos.
 
Darcy is a very small person who added a whole new dynamic to the shoot. It was nice to see her interacting with the three dogs, obviously Bailey was with us, and it was refreshing to get some nice photos of just her enjoying the nature we were surrounded by. I think there is something special about children being around dogs from a young age. It also makes for some very appealing photos. I especially like it when a small person is next to a large dog, just as I like the incongruence of when a tall person has a small dog. Take a look at this image from the 2015 SARA shoot earlier this summer; burntmoon.com/Sara.
 
 
 
 
For the most part the two dogs just did their thing and I grabbed photos as best I could. I like this style of shooting, almost photojournalist in its approach. Kaya was fairly easy in that her personally is a laid back, quite chilled one. Poppy on the other hand has an adorable, puppyish personality, together with all the energy of a dog with ADHD fuelled with Red Bull! However, this was just the challenge I was wanting. I wasn't confident about getting any great shots of her, but it would help develop my shooting skills and highlight areas for further development and practice. The potential result of not getting any decent images was another reason for not charging and not inconveniencing my client. As it turned out I was quite pleased with the results, though there were quite a few of Poppy where she had been too fast and was only half in the frame or had motion blur. I was very pleased with some of the images. Sometimes the harder a shoot is, the more stunning the results, sometimes! Facebook feedback from the client on one of the images was;
 
" I laughed out loud when I saw this. It totally captures her personality".   
 

 

Check them out for yourself at burntmoon.com/poppyandkaya and let me know what you think by leaving a comment at burntmoon.com/guestbook or on individual images on the website.
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A wander up Inglebrough https://www.burntmoon.com/blog/2015/7/a-wander-up-inglebrough After a lazy start to the morning at Holme Farm Campsite, we wandered down the road to the Pen y Ghent cafe for a full English and a black coffee. The food is really nice and reasonably priced, though it does not come with toast or tomatoes or mushrooms or fried bread or black pudding and only one egg and the coffee is an extra £2.20 for a cup of caffitiere coffee. Instant is available and is a lot cheaper but tastes like hot flavoured water so not recommend. Feeling as hungry as I did when I went in, we left. 
 
Inside I'd been looking at my phone while waiting for my brekkie, and noticed a geocach just over the road. So, upon leaving I popped over to the bench. "Not in the wall, above head height" the clue read so after a minute or so, I'd found a slab of rock in a hole in a tree. It's an instant give away when you see something located where it doesn't belong. Behind the rock was a beaten up sealable plastic box containing the usual array of trinkets. The contents were damp so I didn't bother signing the scatty piece of paper and settled for just logging my find on the web site. We wandered back to the tent. 
 
I changed out of my jeans into some combats, took a small water bottle out of the car, put on a fifteen year old pair of fabric walking boots that should have been thrown away ten years ago, put my camera round my waist, stuffed a map ( remember those?), and set off with the dog on a lead to appease Liz. Once out of sight the lead came off and Bailey walked obediently to heal. We followed the thin pavement along the dogs leg in the road and wandered up a short road to the station. We crossed the railway line, through a small gate that flew closed on a highly strung, lethal spring. In front of us were open fields, strewn with occasional clumps of rushes, but mostly covered in short, sheep-mown grass. In the grass were an palate of coloured flowers. Yellow birds foot trefoil, creeping buttercup and ladies bedstraw, the white of heath bedstraw, purple common, and in places marsh, thistle and beautiful racemes of foxgloves. Amongst all of this were the obligatory clumps of sheep shit, together with their donors. Occasionally Bailey would try to round some of these up, but a command of "leave" had him wandering off smelling everything in front of him without any regard for the creature he was bred to heard. 
 
A fine rain intermittently soaked everything it came into contact with and the summit we were heading for remained hidden behind thick, low cloud. This made me reluctant to get my camera out, so I decided to wait to see what the weather was like on the way down. We wandered up the gentle gradient through the worried-looking sheep and a couple of lethally-sprung gates. The wet limestone lining the path proved very slippery underfoot. It was at this point that I wished I'd brought my walking pole for some extra support. Bailey walked twenty feet ahead, nose to the ground. Occasionally he'd find something worthy of an extra long sniff and sometimes he'd cock a leg and leave an "I was here" message on a tussock of grass or a larger rock. 
 
The grassy meadows started to give way to the landscape feature that marks this area of England; limestone pavement. The flora here wasn't dissimilar to that of the meadow, with the addition of the beautifully pungent and delicate wild thyme. A few bent hawthorn trees clung to existence amongst the grykes and clints, the only substantial thing managing to grow through this carpet of rocky tiles. 
 
Having passed a sign ten minutes back telling me the summit was another two miles away, it was with a degree of disappointment that I viewed a sign telling me it was now two and a half miles to the summit. Two and a half miles isn't that far but now the gradient increased and the going became harder on the old legs. I met a couple of guys in gortex waterproofs holding an iPhone six at arms length. They wanted to know the way to Clapham. I took out my paper OS map and explained  what the surrounding features were and how to get to where they were going. All the gear and no idea sprang to mind but obviously I was too polite to say anything derogatory. 
 
Through another gate and the track became wider, easier and relatively flatter. This was just lulling me into a false sense of security. This easy walking was all too short lived as I approached the steep incline to the summit plateau. Bailey flew up this with ease but I took it a lot more cautiously, partly for safety but mainly because I was bloody knackered. We were now walking through dense mist. We reached the top, but only knew this because the gradient flattened out, not because we could see anything. The map indicated the summit cairn was about a hundred metres away, but it was only after walking eighty metres that we could make it out through the mist. On reaching it I had a quick drink of water, took a selfie of Bailey and I, then headed back. 
 
The way down was lethal on the slippery rock, at least for me. No trouble for Bailey, who had to keep stopping to wait, much to his despair judging from the looks he kept throwing me.  This is where I regretted bringing my walking pole which provides a lot more stability, especially when descending. It also takes the pressure off my knees and gives my arms a bit of a work out.
 
On the way up I didn't stop to take many photos, so I made a concerted effort to do so on the way down. I took a couple of the limestone pavement with it's grykes and clints. I also found a hawthorn tree striking the classic limestone, wind blown pose one sees in so many cliche photos. I also took a couple of Bailey with Pen y Ghent in the background, as this is what we were heading towards on the way back to the campsite. I included a couple of shots of some of the interesting flora that grows in this calciferous landscape.  I took a couple of purple and also white marsh thistles, and also some of one of my favourite flowers; wild thyme. This is such a beautifully pungent, small delicate flower that it is often overlooked by most walkers. I had only brought one lens with me; a 28 to 300 general all round lens that's cool for landscapes and for shooting Bailey but not so good for flora. I could have brought my 60mm macro lens, but I wasn't that organised. That goes for my tripod too!
 
I arrived back at the tent, having walked 10.03 miles in 4.09 hours at an average pace of 24.5 mph with a total elevation of 1,822 feet, for the statisticians amongst you. I was quite pleased with this. Nowhere near as fast as I used to be but considering my lack of practice and my illness, I think this was pretty good going! Good enough to reward myself with a pint of Pen y Ghent real ale at the Golden Lion Inn.


On the summit in the mist

An obligatory windblown Hawthorn tree

Wild Thyme

Bailey with Pen y Ghent in the background
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burntmoon_uk@yahoo.co.uk (Burntmoon.com) https://www.burntmoon.com/blog/2015/7/a-wander-up-inglebrough Sun, 26 Jul 2015 18:11:49 GMT
SARA dog show july 2015 https://www.burntmoon.com/blog/2015/7/we-recently-spent-day-being-cooked-at The 20th Anniversary SARA Fun Dog Show, Redcar, Cleveland.
 
We recently spent the day being cooked at the Saltburn Animal Rescue Association annual dog show. I already knew about SARA and the good work they do but I had never been to one of their shows. I don't have much interest in the kennel club, best breed crufts shows. Breeding for features that are detrimental to the dogs life seems a covert form of cruelty to me. However, I have to say I enjoyed all five hours of the day, despite the baking heat. Entry was free and car parking easy and ample, and not surprisingly dogs were welcome. Bailey thought he'd gone to doggy heaven with so many fellow canines about in all shapes and sizes. It took him a while to calm down. 
 
The centre of attention was the arena where the judging took place. There were 22 categories ranging from the standard best pedigree through to best legs (dog & owner), best trick, dog most like its owner and best dressed dog. Many of the prizes went to the younger owners which was nice to see and no one took any of it too seriously. No dogs were poisoned for winning a rosette at this show!
 
There was also a large marquee where the real fundraising was taking place. SARA is a charity and must cost a small fortune to run, so as fun as the arena activities were, this is where the bread and butter lived! There were a number of stalls, we bought tickets for several raffles, browsed through bric-a-brac and second hand dog books. One stall in particular impressed us and Bailey, Ve's Doggie Deli selling cup cakes, pizza, muffins and scones. They were also giving away carob truffles which looked good enough to eat myself, so I did and and I can honestly say they were wasted on dogs. Bailey finished the other half off in one gulp. Bails ate his pizza slice and loved it. I may be ordering him a dodgy birthday cake in December. 
 
In the arena Bailey entered the 'handsomest dog' category but didn't win anything. Then we tried 'the dog the judge would most like to take home' but again didn't win anything. Finally we entered the very popular  'most appealing' category and came third winning a rosette (in Hull City colours) together with a ball and a packet of doggy treats. Well done Bails!
Ve's Doggie Deli
Bailey enjoying his pizza slice from Ve's Doggie Deli
 
Liz went around being sociable and handing out Moondog Pet Photography cards to try to drum up some business. People seemed very interested but we'll see if it transfers into commissions. Interestingly there was another photographer there. He didn't have a dog and seemed not to be backwards in pushing himself forward, which is perhaps something I need to become more adept at doing. As it turned out he was from the Evening Gazette. I tended to adopt a photo journalistic approach, shooting candid shots without becoming involved with my subject. I'll discuss pet photography styles in a future blog. 
 
See more images of the day at Moondog Pet Photography web site.
The well deserved 'Best in Show' winner!
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burntmoon_uk@yahoo.co.uk (Burntmoon.com) alert animal beach beautiful bitch black Border canine coast coastal collie countryside cute dog domestic fur herding holiday k9 mammal nature outdoor pet portrait relax sand sea seaside sheep sky stood sun surf swell tide tranquil travel tricolor vacation walk watcher watching water wave white wild wildlife working https://www.burntmoon.com/blog/2015/7/we-recently-spent-day-being-cooked-at Fri, 10 Jul 2015 13:03:00 GMT
My very first blog https://www.burntmoon.com/blog/2015/7/my-very-first-blog-1 Ok, so here we go; the first instalment, or rather Post, of my blog. This is supposed to be the hub of my web site and the cornerstone of my pet photography business and indeed general photography business. So here I am sat in the local with a pint of real ale, a packet of crisps and the hound laid at my feet as I type onto an iPad. So what the hell to write about??

This week two small landmarks related to the business occurred. First,  I posted an advert onto 15 Facebook groups. This was not mean feat, involving numerous attempts. I changed the text on the web site specifically for the ad so I could embed the link directly from the web site. However, every time it kept displaying the old text. When I'd eventually found a way around  that problem I then found it kept using a photo from Holly's gallery, not the photo of Bailey with the moondog text above him. I did eventually sort it, though it took me several hours. 

I had joined about 15 selling groups so I posted my new ad in them all. Then, still exited by my little achievements I went back and 'bumped' it. I did the same an hour later. Then I got a message to read the group rules. In that particular group I was only allowed to post every 48 hours, oops! I checked other groups and found that for most it's every 4 hours. 

The second landmark was my first horse shoot. My old friend Bob bought a retired race horse a while back. We'd talked about a shoot several times but, as with so many things, it had never happened. However, now he has a big blue horse van and had discovered the wonders of the stretch of beach between Saltburn and South Gare, and sitting right in the middle; Marske-by-the-Sea. If Yorkshire is Gods Own County, then Marske is Gods Own Village!  Donald Campbell had also discovered the wonders of this stretch of beach and set a land speed record here in 1922 in a Louis Coatalen 350hp Sunbeam of over 138 mph. 

It had been a very pleasant day, quite sunny up till the time of the shoot when it clouded over, making for very flat and boring lighting. I'd hoped for a very bright day so I'd be able to freeze the action as this thoroughbred raced past me in an attempt to reach Campbell's speed. However, the lack of light proved not to be a problem as Shyla had recently had some jabs and wasn't allowed to break much of a sweat. Despite not being able to get the action shots I'd hoped for, it still proved to be a valuable learning exercise with a non-paying client. However, I did still want to get some cool shots for Bob. You can see the results at http://www.burntmoon.com/shayla
I was disappointed with the results, apart from one photo. When I asked Bob which he liked he chose a different three to mine. so, I got him to chose his one favourite and posted that and my favourite on the burnt moon page, asking for other to vote on which of the two they preferred. You can choose your favourite here http://www.facebook.com/burntmoonimages
           

Please don't forget to like the burntmoon page. I'll announce the results in the next blog!!


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burntmoon_uk@yahoo.co.uk (Burntmoon.com) https://www.burntmoon.com/blog/2015/7/my-very-first-blog-1 Thu, 09 Jul 2015 04:30:00 GMT