A.M.A.N.D.A. Feb’12

January is a very busy time for me as we embark on our annual programme of photo-tours. Flights need booking, accommodation needs confirming, transport needs paying for and guides need coordinating (by far the most difficult job!)

2012 is the first year in over a decade that our booking system is fully automated. Emma, Pete and I sat for many hours discussing the merits of automation and although I fully understand the flexibility it offers, I am booking more and more tour places without having had any personal contact with the client. OK so we’re perhaps a bit more efficient (and Pete would argue that that’s no bad thing) but I miss the wee bit of banter upon which we’ve built our business over the years.

Those of you who know me of old, will know that I’m prone to bucking the system by way of a quick personal e-mail or phone call. It’s the way I was brought up and in all honesty, it’s difficult to become just a machine – it’s not what we’re about. So I’m sorry to Neil, Emma and Pete who worked so hard to implement the system and of course it does mean you can book and/or pay 24hrs a day from anywhere in the world,  but please forgive me if my old ways work their way through. It might mean an occasional compromise in efficiency but in my book, you can’t beat the personal touch.

Please don’t be put off by our automated booking service – it does have lots of advantages – but equally, if you feel it’s easier just to pick up the phone or send a quick e.mail, you’ll get the good old-fashioned personal and not-so-efficient service that I’m known for. Don’t worry by the way, if ever we have an office discussion about out-sourcing me to an Asian call centre, I really will be putting my foot down. Don’t laugh, it’s not beyond certain people to think of such possibilities (he knows who he is!)

If you’re joining us at any time this year – by way of automation or otherwise – I hope you have a great time. Do call me and tell me all about it!

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Are we weeing in the wind?

I had hoped to bring you something slightly more sanguine following my last emotionally charged post – thank you to all who contributed by the way. It is not to be however, and although this is more of a reflection than a rant (it is after all Friday afternoon), it is nevertheless delivered with a slightly heavy heart.

Movie buffs will be pleased to note that Liam Neeson is back on our screen in The Grey, an action thriller that depicts a plane crash from which the survivors find themselves in an Alaskan wilderness. You can feel it coming can’t you? I heard it on Radio 2 and I knew immediately what was coming. The words ‘wilderness’, ‘Alaska’ and ‘thriller’ – with a shot of Hollywood thrown in to spice up the cocktail – mean only one thing: Wolves. Even in this informed age of animal ecology and behaviour; even at a time of heightened sensitivity to media misrepresentation, there’s no way that truth should get in the way of sensationalism. They  just can’t resist it. I’m sure you can guess the story. It’s basically about a group of men being hunted by a pack of hungry wolves (as they do). It’s not really about predator and prey, it’s about good versus evil. It’s also biologically inaccurate and totally misleading.

Ilike Liam Neeson and OK, perhaps I’m over-reacting a tad, perhaps you could argue that it’s only a story, fiction, a piece of light-hearted entertainment and to a degree, I would buy that. But if you speak with the many scientists, researchers and biologists who have spent their lives – some of whom have lost their lives – educating the public about this much-maligned creature, I’m not sure they’d agree. And does this film really do the wolf’s reputation harm? Well I don’t know that for sure but 138,000 Facebook followers for a movie that has only been released a few days, doesn’t bode well for global wolf education. Hate wolves if you want to but at least hate them based on fact not fiction.

For context, the Facebook page campaigning to stop aerial wolf hunting in Alaska has 9,000 followers and I’m sure a good proportion of those are anti- Palin rather than pro-wolf. As a conservationist you can wee as hard and as long as you like but just now, there’s a strong breeze coming the other way.

ps. Both of these wolves were photographed in controlled conditions – before I get accused of misrepresentation!

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Hiding to nothing.

I like to stay the right side of the line between insightful observation and a rant. Make no mistake however, this is a rant.

I remember years ago when Mark Hamblin and I embarked on the Tooth & Claw project being accused of condoning raptor persecution simply because we chose to take an impartial standpoint in our commentary on the issue. So if we didn’t condone the killing of raptors we must surely condemn it? Well no, we are simply presenting the issue impartially. Ah, you’re sitting on the fence then? By the time this scenario had been replayed a dozen or so times, you realise you can’t win.

And so more recently to Frozen Planet. It is to my mind the greatest natural history film ever made and undoubtedly attracted an audience that wouldn’t otherwise engage. OK so they filmed a few seconds of a six-part series in captivity and arguably, cocked up the explanation but is that really the series’ legacy? Last night I sat and watched the spell-binding Earthflight. As has been suggested elsewhere there are factual errors and some dodgy bits of continuity, but have you ever seen such visual splendour?

In a world where the demands placed upon those of us who do their best to create inspiring visual imagery are being cranked up as each day passes, should we really be so cynical, so pedantic even, and crush the very innovation we so need and indeed, crave?

Perhaps as I approach the half-century mark I’m just getting weary but honestly, you do your best to do your bit, you dare to take a risk, put your head above the parapet and what happens? It gets blown off – often by those who sit alongside you in the trenches. So I’m going to make a plea to those who sit in judgement over others – you know who you are – to consider the blood, sweat and tears that goes into some of these media projects and to recognise the sacrifice that is an inevitable part of their creation.

I spent 4 years working on Wild Wonders of Europe. Now don’t get me wrong I wouldn’t have traded that experience for anything but most of that 4 years was sat in meetings, writing strategies and managing petty politics – a far cry from the perceived ‘glamourous’ lifestyle of the nature photographer. Moreover, most of us involved with managing Wild Wonders went without remuneration for that whole period. The same is true of my involvement with 2020VISION.

So back to the plea. Innovation is something to be encouraged, nurtured, celebrated. The pool in which the nature photographer drinks is shrinking but surely that is no justification to criticise those who try to dig a new pool? None of us are perfect, we all make mistakes but the choice is clear to me. We embrace new projects and ideas with all their inherent fragility and foibles or we wallow in the increasingly polluted shrinking pool.

So there we are, my rant for January. But hold on, this is not me feeling sorry for myself – I hope I’m old enough to look after myself. No, this is me rattled and I’ll tell you why. A young man called me the other day with an idea for a photographic project in his local community. “Would it work?” He asked. “What happened if it didn’t?” And then the words that set me on fire: “I don’t want to be seen as a failure.” If our young talent is being stifled because of the fear of critical peer reviews, we’ve got something very, very wrong. I told him to go for it but as I put the phone down I have to say I felt like I’d thrown him into the lion’s den.

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Wildlife Photographer: Chris Gomersall

I have to be honest when colleague Chris Gomersall told me he was doing a book on…wait for it…wildlife photography, my eyes glazed over.  How many more books do we need on shutter speed, aperture settings and ISO ratings? So in truth when a copy landed on my doormat the other day, I wasn’t exactly chomping at the bit to rip it open. But open it I did and I’ve got to say that once I started reading, I couldn’t stop; even Coronation St came and went and I was still absorbed.

Wildlife Photographer is not a techie manual, in fact Chris barely makes mention of camera gear and settings (and well done for that I say). This is an educated, insightful exploration of the concept of wildlife photography and is very much aimed at the thinking photographer. From an intelligent (and experienced) viewpoint, Chris examines themed creativity, conservation story-telling, multimedia and lots more besides. Without apology, he  addresses the thorny issue of digital manipulation and captive subjects – something most others conveniently shy away from. The images are great – that goes without saying – but what impressed me most was Chris’ articulate writing, which is concise, balanced and perceptive.

I’m sure Chis wouldn’t mind me saying that he’s been around a while and in many ways, comes from what is commonly referred to as the ‘old school’. In this book it is evident that Chris’ philosophy is anything but old school and the reader is treated to quite a rare marriage: a lifetime of experience with a contemporary perspective – and a firm grip on reality thrown in to boot.

If this book had indeed turned out to be another ‘how to’ manual, I’d probably be struggling to offer much in way of recommendation. It isn’t that and for anyone who cares about their photography and where this funny old business is heading, I’d offer only one piece of advice: Buy this book. It captures the essence of wildlife photography in 2012 better than anything I’ve read before.

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Favourite images of 2011: No.1

The great thing about the still image is that it transports you back to the time and place you shot it. I try to discipline myself not to let that experience influence my objectivity when evaluating images, but in reality it’s damned difficult.

This was a moody broody evening on top of Sumburgh Head on Shetland and if truth be told there was an air of disappointment within our tour group as the cliff tops were almost bereft of puffins. Where there’s mood and brood however, there are pictures and as the sun peeped through the billowing clouds I could see gliding fulmars silhouetted against the golden sea. I like this type of picture and I like this particular picture because it was a something from nothing situation. Despite my pleas I’m not sure too many of our group shot it. Perhaps they didn’t like it – which is one of the other great things about photography!

I hope you’ve enjoyed this brief look back at 2011. The images I chose are not my best necessarily but represent a personal emotion, a memory. That for me is what photography is all about.

Have a great 2012 shooting new memories!

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Favourite images of 2011: No.2

This was a desperate and torrid hour of photography leaving me exhausted and dripping wet. A pair of Harlequin ducks were riding the rapids of an Icelandic river and whilst there were shots to be had, their arrival on the slower water downstream allowed the use of the exquisite evening light. Only one problem: to get close enough to them I needed to wade the river and clamber onto a gravel spit. I did it once only to have the birds sail past. Remarkably they flew back upstream and repeated their journey – I did the same jumping back into the river. This happened several more times with me becoming increasingly frustrated. I took about a hundred images and liked just one. This is it.  The following day the birds were loafing right by the river bank but the light was not a patch on the previous evening.

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Favourite 5 images of 2011: No.3

I get an enormous amount of satisfaction from images taken close to home. This image like the others in this series, will never win any prizes but it has an extra dimension for me as it results from knowing my own patch. During most winters, snow-melt from the high tops results in the River Spey bursting its banks but unlike many rivers, the Spey is accommodated by its natural flood plain, which avoids damage to roads and houses. Knowing that a significant rise in temperature would result in flooding, I kept an eye on the marshy surrounds of the Spey and on a flat-calm day, nailed a series of ‘PLNs’ (Pleasant Little Numbers).

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Favourite 5 images of 2011: No.4

Back in April I spent a few weeks for the 2020VISION project just about as far west as Britain will allow. The Outer Hebrides is a challenging environment and for a good part of the time it rained – that was inevitable. One evening more out of hope than expectation (it was raining again) I visited a remote beach bathed in aquamarine waters. Just before sundown, the rain abated and I took my chance working feverishly for an hour or so before the light became impossible. There are lots of images like this one but only this was taken by me, alone on that Hebridean beach.

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Favourite 5 images of 2011: No.5

I’ve photographed squirrels many, many times but do you know what, the combination of this cute native rodent, pine forest and falling snow, is something that draws me back time and again and it’s just damned good fun. I’m not sure this is a classic image by any means but it recalls a winter’s morning spent alone in my hide…with no phone signal.

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A.M.A.N.D.A. Jan’12

Well firstly let me wish everyone a very Happy New Year and I hope you had a relaxing holiday. As you’ll see below, ours had its moments!

Eyes streaming, head thumping and nose well and truly blocked, Christmas wasn’t off to a good start! But the show must go on and after a drink or two with friends we screeched into Kingussie just in time for the train, which had carried my mum north for the festivities. My mum is cheerful, caring and sociable – very much a people person. Pete, as some of you know, is none of these things and coupled with the fact that Christmas is a complete mystery to him, the days ahead promised to be testing.

With what felt like the worst cold ever, I was ill prepared and with mum in tow set off on Christmas Eve to do the ‘food shop’. Pete pleaded with me not to buy any jars of pickled anything which had a good chance of still being in our fridge this time next year. He also pointed out that from a party of nine sitting down for Xmas dinner at our house, 4 were vegetarian so little meat was needed – our friends were bringing their famous nut roast with them. And so it was we arrived at our favourite butcher – George Gow of Kingussie. George appeared with a very large box, which in gold writing made the claim to be “a very, very special turkey.” “This is the last turkey we have,” said George merrily, “that’ll be £76 Amanda, is that OK?” The shop was busy, my mum was next to me, it was Christmas Eve and I found myself saying, “Yes, that’s fine George”.

Driving home I could hear him. He’d not even seen the turkey yet and I could hear him. He’d be glad the bird was free-range, organic and local – I’d ticked all the boxes but even so, £76?? I decided to keep quiet and scribble over the price on the box with a black marker. He’d never know.

The next day whilst Mum and I were preparing the turkey singing along to a Michael Buble CD, Pete passed by in search of a glass of wine and saw the turkey. There was an instant double take. “Is that big enough?” he quipped, “I bet there’s £25 worth there!” Mum started to sing louder and so did I. I knew he’d lose interest and leave the room eventually but not before seeing the box with the gold writing. “That’s a fancy box for a turkey.” I could feel my grip of the situation loosening. “Yes it came with its own thermometer and recipe book.” Then came the look. The look which had “that wasn’t £25 at all was it?” written all over it. 30 years has taught me a few things so I spat it out. “£76.” Suffice it to say that the price wasn’t the only thing spat out! Waste of a good mouthful of wine I’d say.

Despite moaning ever since we had a lovely few days and the wine kept my cold at bay. Fair enough we’ve had a fair bit of turkey one way or another but it was a very, very special turkey!

Pete had the nut roast lots more wine and went to bed mumbling about turkey, Christmas cards and Catholicism – all no doubt related on Planet Cairns.

My mum sharing a toast…with the very very special turkey!

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