A little photography
I’ve been a hobbying photographer for about 10 or so years now. I like to think that if I stopped setting aside, picking it back up again, only to have to relearn photography techniques, then I would be so much more far ahead.
Here’s a selection of my favourite photos. And yes, they’re mostly from my black and white phase.
A few years ago, I went to Copenhagen for the weekend. It was the first time I’d ever been anywhere unplanned. I landed on a Friday and wandered around the city for 7 to 10 hours a day just taking pictures.
This one was taken on my last day. I had a few hours to spare before my flight, so I spent those wandering around, getting lost and loving the fact that I was lost. I stumbled on this park by mistake. I can’t remember the name, but I do remember how tranquil and serene that area of the park was.
You’ll be pleased to know that I made my flight.
Nigerian woman prepping okra
You may or may not know I was a human rights worker,which is why people still sometimes reach out to me. Well, this picture was taken after I’d just visited a village that’d just been massacred. The army were guarding the village, but they kindly let me in. I saw a mass grave with about 10 people buried inside. I was taken to the church that’d been torched with people inside. I saw many more things that I would rather not share. After, I was taken to see someone (I forget who). Outside the house was this woman. Maybe it was the innocence of that scene: a mother prepping dinner and her shy, teenage daughter with her (who you can’t see). Or maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that she was chopping okra, one of my favourite foods, ever. Whatever it was, this scene was exactly what I needed at that time.
Calling London Town
This was taken in Piccadilly, prob about 10 years ago. I’d been practising how to capture movement, and I think I did a good job here. The fact that the picture captured the two most iconic things about London (the bus and black cab) was a amazing bonus.
The food market, London
This was taken at a food market in Waterloo, London. I’d just started a food blog, so was experimenting with colour. I don’t know about you, but I think that if I saw this on a food blog, I would definitely buy whatever the person is selling.
Nigerian women carrying baskets
My host was incredibly gracious, and patient. He knew I had an interest in photography, so he would take me to places he thought would be of interest. This picture was taken about 5pm. The women were coming back from the market. They lived up in the rocky hills, which they climbed with nothing but a pair of rubber slippers. I asked my host if there’d ever been accidents and he said no. The women knew their terrain inside out.
Still, I was glad he didn’t ask if I wanted to go up and check out their village. I like my feet firmly on the ground.