Today’s post is about retirement and closure, back in 2011 I was in Thorndon, Suffolk to meet woodwork teacher Brian Atkinson who had worked at the Kerrison School for 46 years the reason for his retirement was that the school was being closed by the local authority since it first opened after 150 years.
As soon as I stepped into the workshop, it was like being back at school myself, taking me right back to the day when I use to woodwork at school. It looked and smelt the same, the same wooden benches, bits of wood leant against the back wall, sawdust on the floor and the slight smell of burnt wood from a sanding disc.
For the pictures I did the usual ones of tight portraits of him upright and landscape, but gradually moving outwards to get more of him in the environment. Till I got to the one below, which shows Brian in situ of the workshop and the one which I like the most.
The school was originally set up in 1856 by Sir Edward Kerrison as a Reformatory school as a way for young offenders as an alternative to prison. The school and grounds have now been turned into homes.
Today’s post is from way back in 2008 when I got to spend a short amount time at an old WWII Airbase.
I was there to photograph the National Open Gliding competition which was being held at Tibenham Airfield, Norfolk.
I only had about half an hour there so didn’t have the time to get much more than a few pictures, so I decided to concentrate on one person.
I found the pilot John Williams who had traveled all the way down from the Scottish Gliding Centre with his Antares Electric Glider.
I shot a few different images of him, some inside and some outside, but this is the one I like the most of him planning his flight plan before take-off. Using a wide angle lens with some flash the to side to up the contrast and combat the overhead sun. Resulting in a nice simple portrait with minimum fuss.
A few weeks back when it wasn’t raining, grey and dull in East Anglia, I was asked to pop down to Santon Downham to meet Paul Norris and his lovely dog Milly in Norfolk. It was a beautiful bright day with frost the night before which made for a lovely way to start the year.
I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but canoes and paddle boards wasn’t it. Paul’s idea was to take me out in a canoe for a quick trip down the river with Milly as well. I’m not happiest on a boat, especially one that rocks around as much as a Canadian-type canoe, but I was reassured it was safe. All went well with a quick ten minute trip up and down the river with me at the front with Paul and Milly just loving the early morning boat ride. I was pretty much stuck in one place but with some flash to the side and the widest lens I had all made for some lovely atmospheric pics on the water.
So back to dry land and then Paul wanted to take Milly back onto the river but this time on a paddle board. “She’s used to it” I was told, and true to his word she happily sat with Paul whilst he took the bright yellow board for another trip down the river and back. This time I was firmly on dry land taking pics from the bridge and he made his way back to me.
There were a few twitchers around who were on the lookout for a rare parrot crossbill, which had made its way to Thetford Forest, but I don’t think they’ve ever see a man in near sub-zero temperatures floating down The Little Ouse with a dog on a paddle board.