Brighton Pier

Now that Tabitha is tall enough, we went to the pier to go on the more grown-up rides. It took longer than I thought to get round to it but the weather has been pretty unpleasant recently.

I grew up with a mop fair on my doorstep once a year so I'm pretty familiar with these fairground-type rides. I understand why people don't like them - they feel pretty sketchy at times, and when I'm hanging upside down I can't help but wonder how often they're checked for safety, and what year they were made.

There's something classically British about a seaside fair, to me. I loved doing this with her, and she had a great time too. She'd been looking forward to it for so long!

It was incredibly expensive, though.


Numbers

I got up early to go and get this sunrise eagle-eye shot of the pier. I was lucky today because there was no-one around. Normally on a Friday morning there's some folks loitering around, but the beach was mine today.

It's very difficult to predict what's going to do numbers to use the parlance of our time. That's why I believe you shouldn't care about such things and just make what you want. Build it, and they will come, as they say.

I struggle, and have struggled, with calling myself a this and a that. Having a camera doesn't make me a photographer in the same way that having a bike doesn't make me Chris Hoy. But I do feel, as I am increasingly able to use photographic equipment to make images that I see in my head first, that I may be on my way there.

Relax, I'm a little way away from an insufferable Twitter bio claiming "polymath" and "autodidact", but gaining some confidence in my ability to make things with a camera feels good. And it feels great to do it with flagrant disregard for how it will be received. Just to make something to make it and shoot it out into the world, like the first photo of a dog in space.


Please like my photos though, I live for your approval


Cheese

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I realise this photo is probably a giant cliché but I totally don't even care.