Notes on light, film and walking with a camera.
October
A grey sky is the biggest softbox there is. Faces stop squinting, colours stop shouting, and the shadows under trees open up enough to see into. Most of the frames I keep from this autumn were taken on days I almost stayed in.
September
A 35mm and nothing else. The first week was frustrating; by the third I had stopped thinking about what I couldn't frame and started walking closer instead. Notes on what changed, and what didn't, to follow.
August
North-facing windows give the same soft light all day, which is why painters wanted them. A white sheet on a chair as a reflector is all the kit this needs.