They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But what if they haven't got their glasses?


That would be a problem, and one that photographers often don't so much as face, but actually create. Because we are fond of trying to pick fights with aesthetes everywhere we go. To most it is just a rusty gate, but I see texture, symmetry, a story (like why is there a gate? who wants to keep me out?). Indeed I would say that I saw beauty.

Just as Calvin decided that playing in the mud made him an aesthete - because it annoyed his mother (that is Calvin is as in Calvin and Hobbes, the small boy and his tiger, rather than the 15th century theologian). I would like to think that pulling a striking image out of a '60s tower block in Hull city centre is something that the eyes of the beholder alone would struggle to accomplish. But with a D100 and a dodgy copy of Photoshop CS2, anything is possible.


Blogs really are for writing a load of crap.