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‘All of Life is About Timing’ – Eric Morecambe 1926-1984

I never loved a TV show more than I did ⁠Morecambe and Wise. What a thrill to meet Eric, even if it was only his statue on Morecambe seafront! It catches him in a pose from the dance he and Ernie did at the end each programme. We had a fish and chip dinner and the sun set over Morecambe bay.

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The smile on Eric’s face reminds me of my late father roaring with laughter at their antics.

The larger-than-life statue of Morecambe, created by sculptor Graham Ibbeson, was installed at Morecambe in July 1999 and is surrounded by inscriptions of many of his favourite catchphrases and an exhaustive list of guest stars who appeared on the show. 

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The inscription in the central star reads, ‘All of life is based on timing.’ The timing of Eric’s life’s ending was far too soon.

Doorstep Family Portraits – After the Clap for Carers

BBC News “On Thursday evening many of us in the UK grabbed our pots and pans, scooped up the dog, and nervously looked out of the window to make sure our neighbours were doing the same. Then, when the clock struck 20:00 BST, the sound of clapping, cheering and wooden spoons hitting saucepan lids once again filled the street as we celebrated those working on the front line of the coronavirus pandemic. But founder Annemarie Plas has said the 10th week of clapping would be a good time for it to end and for it to instead become an annual event. So is this the end of the weekly clap?” More

Here we are after the ‘last clap for carers’

And below are just a few doorstep family portrait photographs of our neighbours who came out to clap on Thursday evenings – some lovely, happy smiley families. Wandering around the crescent and taking your photographs was a joy! 

Each family promised to make a contribution to a charity, so far the Alzheimer’s Society, Crossroads Care, Save the Landmark Arts Centre in Teddington and The Rose Theatre in Kingston have all benefitted.

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Wow! Canada!

No one really wants to see someone else’s travel (holiday) photography, in which case, click away from this post now!

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Reaching an age milestone (I won’t see 39 again) we decided to take a family trip to Canada. We had high hopes for the trip, and weren’t disappointed.

We loved Canada, the word ‘awesome’ should be reserved for describing it. Not just the incredible landscape, but the wonderful people of Canada, so friendly and welcome. We were never left to doubt our welcome!

We travelled with Canadian Affair

We loved riding at the Montana Hill Guest Ranch

The Eagle’s Nest at Spences Bridges, BC was an amazing place to stay

Please don’t leave your holiday pictures languishing on the memory card, share them!


For the Love of Ice Cream

Lazy afternoons in the sunshine, running through the surf with the children, long, long days, no need for jumpers or jackets.

How we love all the things of summer. Whip them up with sugar and vanilla and you get the best thing of all – ice cream! 

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"Don't let your ice cream melt while you're counting someone's sprinkles"
"I followed my heart and it led me to the freezer'
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"Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy ice cream"
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"My head says go the gym, my heart says ice more ice cream"
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"Tomorrow we eat broccoli, but today is for ice cream"
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Get Your Family Loving Photography

Holding up a camera between you and your family to take a picture is to place a barrier between you and them. You’re pushing them away a little. But photography can be a shared, unifying activity – if you work at it.

‘Doing photography’ is a good thing. It forces you to look, and teaches you to see. Going about the daily round with eyes open allows the opportunity to appreciate the marvel and beauty of the ordinary. The shape of a leaf on the tree by the bus stop, the flowers opening on the hawthorn in the hedgerow, the clouds billowing over the city-centre skyscrapers, the texture of an old brick wall, the life and times engrained in the face of the elderly person resting on a bench, the body language of the courting couple, the radiant wonder in the curious eyes of the baby. Seeing and appreciating some of these small things can be a step towards finding some peace of mind and contentment.

For a family member to love photography they really need to be doing it themselves, as well as tolerating you taking their picture. I was delighted when my son chose to do Photography GCSE and bought him a little Nikon. He never used it. I assume he took pictures with his phone, I don’t know because in two years I didn’t see a single one of his photographs. My daughter developed her own interest in photography after she’d left home, so nothing to do with me, but we’re going to the Andreas Gursky photography exhibition in London’s Heywood Gallery together.

We can help our family find a love of photography, firstly by not turning them against it, and secondly by encouraging them and sharing our own knowledge and interest.


Don’t…

…be boring

Some people grow up associating photography with boredom. That’s because they’ve spent so much time waiting for dad to take a picture of the ‘view’. I saw a child being told off by his mum on the train the other day, he wanted to look out of the window at the other trains at Clapham Junction, she wanted him to smile for the camera. He’s learning to dislike the taking of photographs. On the other hand, sharing your own delight at a nice picture of your child will encourage a positive association. If you can get the picture quickly and without fuss, so much the better. There was a lovely picture to be taken of the boy looking out of the window at the trains, but it was missed. Do photography around what the child wants to do, do not drag them to a National Trust garden and then get cross when all they want to do is go on the swings.

With a young family in tow, there’s little point in having a sophisticated camera. Better to have something very portable that can be kept out and ever-ready to snap a picture. The camera on a phone fits that bill quite well, but it will let you far more often than a simple, dedicated camera on a strap around your neck.


Don’t…

 …get in their Face

Respect your family’s personal space and privacy. Don’t photograph a teenager just after they’ve got up. Even if it is in the middle of the afternoon and really funny. Remember that your kid’s social media is probably very important to them, and more complicated than we can ever image. Trust is easily lost, so don’t share pictures of your children without their knowledge. (As I’m doing for this post) Active consent to sharing is even better. In the tangled web that is modern social networking you can never be sure in whose feed the pictures might pop up. Damaging the trust between parent and child is bad at any age, but especially through the tricky teenage. But if they trust you not to embarrass them, you’ll get more acquiescence and even cooperation. Then you’ll get to take more pictures of them. Perhaps, even just after they’ve got up.


Do…

…keep your powder dry

So you want a day doing photography, and your family is the subject. So you want to keep them sweet. So this is not the day to tackle them on tidiness, homework or cleanliness. This is the day to take them somewhere they want to go to. If that’s not going to facilitate your photography, then try a compromise. They will let you take some pictures of them at a location of your choosing, and you will wait in the car while they go round the shops.


Do…

 …listen

When you’re taking pictures of your family, get them to suggest locations and poses. ‘Try to make it fun’ – is a deadening phrase, I don’t think you can make things ‘fun’. But you can have fun doing things. Smaller kids might enjoy running around looking for something for you to photograph and looking at the screen on the camera as you take the picture, or through the viewfinder. You could even let them hold the camera and take the picture. This is when they might start to develop their own interest in photography.


Do…

…get it gift wrapped

When they’re ready, or perhaps just before, give them a camera of their own for a birthday or Christmas present. Do a little research into what’s available, even secondhand if your have a trusted camera shop locally. Think what they’ll like and what they’ll use – it should look good and be no bigger than their phone. It’s for them not for you. Keep repeating that.

The 10 Best Cameras for Kids are listing in this Digital Camera World article.


Kids are Great Photographers

They’ll surprise you. They have a fresh perspective, their view of the world is unencumbered by experiences. But whatever they take, love it. And remember they’re not interested in how you’d have taken it. Ask them to share their pictures with you so you can share them on your social media. Get some of the pictures printed, stick them on the fridge or frame one for the wall.

A Gift for Life

Photography is a great form of self expression that’s available to everyone. It forces us to look at what’s around us and teaches us to see it. Only then can we really appreciate it.

Share Your Photographs – or They Might as Well Not Exist

DSC_5902We just relived our summer holiday. It was a nice holiday so that’s a good thing. We watched a display of photographs from the trip on our TV, they looked sharp, bright and colourful, it’s was a good way to share. I was reminded of childhood slideshows when Dad was cajoled into setting up the screen, the projector and then loading the slides. Usually it was Christmas or when Gran and Granddad came for a birthday tea. We loved it.

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Photographs of family and friends have to be shared, by which I mean looked at together, not just posted to some online ‘social network’. Huddled round the picture you can remember together, remind one another of the people, the time, the place, what happened next, what happened since. Looking at art is a solitary affair because art speaks to the soul and other people are a distraction. But snaps of family and friends speak to our emotions, sharing the looking at them can be as much of an event as the taking of them.
I post pictures in social media, sometimes people comment, which draws another comment and a conversation develops. But it’s a lop-sided, time-shifted conversation. Mostly all you get is the painfully banal ‘nice shot’ or achingly awful ‘awesome’. Neither do I like ceding part of my copyright to the platform’s owner, or that the viewer has to sign-up and log-in.

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Let’s give a nod to the traditional photo album. Peeping into an album bulging with photographs is almost irresistible, but fiddling with self-adhesive photo corners is enough to turn anyone into a digital die-hard. As soon as you turn a page of the album the picture would likely pop out of the mounts. Far fewer photographs get printed now because people are much more selective and often they want to do more with the print than leave it in a drawer. There is something about the feel of the paper in your hand, its sheen and smell.
I watched a group of tourists recently photograph themselves with one of the new generation of instant print cameras, either a Polaroid or a Fuji. They made several prints of the same picture so they could all have a copy. That’s what photography should be for – sharing!

Scrapbook – or journal?

I stumbled on this blog that shows a fantastic way to use photographs for a gift: http://www.abeautifulmess.com/2014/08/gift-idea-sister-photo-book.html

Making a scrapbook-come-album will take quite a lot of time and trouble, but wouldn’t you be touched if someone went to all that effort for you? (Well unless it’s a stalker)family photography boys playing rugby
Photo books are great, I’ve made several for clients and for gifts; they always go down well. Last Christmas I made one from scans of my Dad’s slides for him and my sisters. It was a few months after my mum had died so of course, I included all the pictures of her I could find. But as mum always said ‘your Dad only ever takes views’. She was nearly right, but there were enough pictures from holidays, days out and walks in the countryside to remind us of 40, even 50 years ago when our Mum and Dad were younger than I am now.

Better on the box

The photo book is special, and a great alternative to the traditional album but it demands a bit of time and effort to make it. There’s a real chance that photographs will be left to languish unseen on hard-drives or worse still on the memory card. Since the TV is at the centre of most homes and displays pictures easily and beautifully I think it’s a great way to show off and share you pictures.
Nothing on TV worth watching? No problem, press a few buttons on the remote and you can be back on holiday.family photography on the beach at Brighton

“Every picture tells a story, make sure it’s the right one!”
Trevor Aston Photography and Video is based in Teddington, Richmond upon Thames in southwest London close Kingston, Twickenham and Surrey.

Come to a Party – Dressed as Tube Station!

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Any ideas what you’d do if you were invited to a tube station themed party? I was completely without inspiration, but luckily I was taking photographs so I had an excuse…. Celebrating a significant birthday in Richmond, Surrey was actress Julie Peasgood. There was plenty of theatricality on display in the guests, and some terrific creative thinking that quite put me to shame. It was a really fun evening and it was lovely to see and hear from Julie’s friends about her past times and their love for her. She is lovely!
So see how many tube stations you can identify. I got about two, but I’m useless at puzzles…

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We heard some great stories, some were a bit rude….

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Patrick Pearson, Julie’s husband. I first met Patrick years ago at the BBC, not knowing his connection with Julie until she phoned him!

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Julie, or ‘High Barnet’ speaking at her birthday party

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Clive Harvey play Ukelelle and sang while guests ended a welcoming drink….

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One of The Starlettes, the singing duet who entertained beautifully in the later while everyone else ate….

 

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Trevor Aston Photography is based in Teddington, Richmond upon Thames in southwest London with easy access to and from central London and Surrey.

Your Child is Leaving Home – Last of the Family Portraits?

Can there be a happier day in any man’s life than the one when his daughter’s born? Well, perhaps the one when she left home for University!

It was a sunny, Sussex, Sunday afternoon the day we took our eldest to begin her degree. Luggage-loaded cars jostling in the car park, everywhere families helping move bags of clothes, boxes of food, TV’s, loudspeakers and guitars as their 18 year-olds, buoyed with excitement and promise find their places in their Uni hall. A happy, happy day – the result of, and reward for hard work.

A few weeks before I’d set up my camera on a tripod to shoot a portrait of our family. It was someone’s birthday and we’d been to a restaurant for dinner. We got home at about 11pm a little the worse for wear. I wanted to get a picture after the style of a Vermeer painting, luckily I’d set up before we went out!

Five years on, it’s a lovely memory of a phase in our family life that was about to end – when we were still the parents of two children, unaware that we were about to become the parents of one child and a fantastic, independent, young adult. Best of all, who seemed to have decided she quite, liked us.

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Home is where the dust is

commercial business photography Richmond upon Thames London-7989commercial business photography Richmond upon Thames London-7945A home is more than a pile of bricks and mortar, at least it is once it’s been lived in for while; absorbing something of us, our breath and our dust. So what happens when we go?  How long does it take for that bit ‘us’ to fade away?

The question came to mind as I was making my way around a flat in Epsom, photographing it’s empty rooms for the developer just before the renovation begins. The rooms were empty, but I wasn’t photographing an empty space, it was the lounge where they’d sat on the sofa and watched TV, the bedroom where they’d slept, the bathroom sink where they’d brushed their teeth, the kitchen cupboard where they kept their teabags and tins of soup. commercial business photography Richmond upon Thames London-7951 I didn’t know why they were no longer living there, but I had a strong feeling.

In the lounge I spotted a small note stuck to a wall.

 

 

 

Then I felt knew at least one thing; that this had been home to Suzy’s Daddy.

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Trevor Aston works in Richmond, Southwest London and Surrey as a portrait, event and editorial photographer.

Up the Hill Backwards – or how I nearly stranded my family

family in the snow Teddington southwest LondonThe idea of the white Christmas is so charming, if only we could arrange for the snow to start late on Christmas eve once everyone’s got home, lie there through the big day while we open our presents before thawing on Christmas evening. Then Boxing Day would be clear for the exodus when it seems like one half of the population visit the other half for lunch or dinner. Which we did this year, driving from London to Cheadle in Staffordshire. If you’re not a child then at any other time of the year snow is just a nuisance, an unpredictable hazard to safe progress on our roads.

We were very nearly caught out by the Boxing Day snow that swept down into the Midlands. We’d driven up from London for dinner with my sister and our dad. As we ate the snow started to fall and we pulled back the curtains to get a better look. “Is it sticking?” “Oh Yes!” “Look at the dog…” The big black Labrador strolled in sporting an icy white saddle and coat, she paused by the dining table to it shake off, a momentary blizzard showering those nearby with snots of slushy snow.

snowy pond Teddington southwest LondonWe moved to the lounge for cups of tea and watched meaty flakes falling from the empty black sky through the light shed by the streetlamp to settle in an ever-thickening blanket on the road and the cars.

So we’re staying in a hotel a few miles away. A bit of a drive but not a worry, after all we’d seen the gritting lorries out on the motorway. No doubt once they’d finished the M6 they’d head straight to Tennyson Avenue in Cheadle. Wouldn’t they?

The four of us got into our coats and walked through the virgin white to our little car. I brushed off about 8cms of snow from the windows and got in. I’d driven in snow lots of times and had learned the hard way that once you’re sliding you have little choice about where you go and when you stop. It’s called being ‘out of control’. Caution and anticipation come much easier now I’m a grown up.

icy water in Teddington southwest LondonWe weren’t the first vehicle to drive down Tennyson Avenue. I followed the existing tyre tracks and took the busiest route out of the town in the hope that traffic would have kept it clear. We still had to ascend a long, winding and occasionally steep hill so I picked up as much speed as I dared. Driving is usually such a mindless, automatic activity but now we were on a snow covered road I’d no idea how fast we could safely corner or if we stopped on the uphill whether we’d have enough traction to get moving again. It was all going very well until we rounded a corner and discovered a line of stationary cars. At their head one was doing a 3-point turn so we were forced to stop. Here then was the answer to one of those questions; no we didn’t have enough traction on the snow to get moving. I tried several times to coax the car to get a grip but either the wheels spun or the engine stalled. We weren’t alone; apart from a 4-wheel drive no one else could get moving either. Is it possible to drive in a smug manner? On a snowy hill in a 4-wheel drive it must be hard not too.

snow in the high street Teddington southwest London“So family, what’s it to be? Back down the hill to your auntie’s and sleep on the floor, or you all get out and push.” They got out and lined up behind the car. Once again I lifted the clutch with the engine barely more than ticking over and yes…. it stalled again. More wellie then, lift the clutch pedal and yes…. the wheels are spinning again. It started to look like we’d have to go back down the hill and spend a night on the floor, but then like the Angel of Mons a man stepped out of the dark and into the road to assist in our moment of need. With the extra shove we were away. Or rather I was away and with a family dilemma. Stop to retrieve my nearest and dearest and probably get stuck again, or carry on up the hill? I decided to carry on until reached a section where the hill almost levelled out and then stopped. To my surprise there were no repercussions when they piled back in to the car, it was all taking on the character of an ‘adventure’.

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Beginning with a little rocking to and fro we got the car to creep forward and to the summit.   Once more we found a car blocking the road, this time it was the smug 4×4. They’d taken it upon themselves to stop the traffic coming in the other direction from proceeding down the hill and crashing into the cars doing u-turns. Very public spirited, but I looked at the half dozen cars they’d force to stop before getting to the top of the other side of the hill. Would they now need a push or perhaps a tow? On the snowy roads a different hierarchy was applying itself. It put the 4×4 driver on top, their unimpaired mobility apparently imbuing a form of authority in this wintery chaos. We had to look up to them because we’d struggled, but our little front-wheel drive car had made it, so in turn we could look down on the rear-wheel drive executive cars that were having to turn back.

Our spirits were high as we drove along, we’d taken on the elements and so far we’d come through as a family. But we’d not yet reached our hotel so there was no room for complacency. The road dipped into another hill down to the next village. I slipped the car into a lower gear to slow down without using the brakes and risking a skid. And none to soon, we rounded a bend to find a car with wheels spinning madly and moving slowly sideways across the road and into our path. I risked a light touch on brakes. We stopped safely but there was no room to pass so we just sat and looked at the car in our way. They were probably looking us. Another car stopped behind us and we all just looked at each other. Finally the car blocking our lane started to move backwards. It looked good, if they could just reverse to their side of the road to let us get past we’d be out of out their way. So slowly, slowly they went backwards down the road, but still staying on our side. Slowly, slowly we and the other cars followed them do the hill.

So the hierarchy goes; 4×4’s, little front wheel drives then big executive cars and finally, at the bottom, cars going backwards down snow-covered hills.angel_monument_in_snow Petersham southwest London

Trevor Aston works in Richmond, Southwest London and Surrey as a portrait event and editorial photographer.