A few months ago I put a call out on Twitter for ideas. I’d been asked to take photos for the local Rugby Club’s calendar.
In the end the organisers had a pretty good idea of what they wanted and it involved a lot of indoor photography. Not confident that I could do them justice, even with a loan of a directional flash, I had to pass on the job and advised them to get a photographer with some decent lighting kit.
They did, but came back to me in September and asked if I could do a couple of outdoor shots, one for the cover and a Christmas themed one for December.
So I made the cover.
My first printed and sold for money work.
Not money for me of course – money for the club.
You’d be surprised how little I.. ahem.. saw on this shoot.
I was all like “frame it”, and “expose it right first time cos these guys are not going to be happy if I ask them for a re-run!”
Even when they all mucked in and turned the score board round so it wasn’t in direct sunlight, I was metering and faffing around with the settings on my camera.
It was all very decorous.
And they were very good sports.
Or is the word “exhibitionists”?