Winter has well and truly arrived in Glasgow. Not the frosty mornings and sight of breath you’d expect, but so much rain and a natures carpet of leaves everywhere.
Elliott and I decided to head on out for a grand day in the rain, adventures through Kelvingrove, pictures in Glasgow University gardens and then a cheeky pint in Bag of Nails ( formally known as The Partick Tavern). The Bournemouth Vs Man Utd game with the commentary of the Rangers game, oh Glasgow.
We enjoyed ourselves and this is always the best view of Kelvingrove 👌🏼😛
It looks from the signs of it that my dwarf hop plant is coming back for another year!
After a rather successful crop last year that enabled me to homebrew an impressive one gallon batch of CWG IPA the wee thing has sprung into action in spring.
Very excited to see what harvest I can get this summer with it being its third year. Still drinking the CWG IPA from last year, here’s hoping I get the priming right this time and so it’s better than this.
I know you are all wishing and hoping on a nice day light filled photo that I promised. I did head out at lunch, but alas I was more caught up with the tasty goodness of Old Salty’s on Argyle Street, don’t tell my mum.
I instead have a wonderfully ISO filled, Bokehtastic and fence filled photo for you. It’s the weekend and one week left of photos, lets do this.
Always a tough decision to change your profile picture on any social network, but it was about time I changed all of mine. It was a toss up between the above Polaroid of myself with a gloriously painful hipster glow, and the below shot of myself recently in Morocco. Not much of a choice you say and too right, neither offering anything to be considered inviting or trust / hire / follow me. But how on earth do you select a profile picture, I’ve changed mine about three times in the past seven years. Let’s go with the idea I haven’t changed much, the reality is I don’t care too much how people view me. Let’s hope the new profile picture represents all that I am not really anywhere near you and taking a photo.
After successfully getting a few short films into festivals across the world I thought I would give a quick top three of things to think about when submitting.
1) Budget for submissions
With fees of £15 to £30 for entry, DVDs and postage costs it quickly adds up. Prepare for this in your budget and take into account the cheap early bird fees compared to late deadlines.
It is a total bore but being organised and planning ahead can save you a lot of money and give your film its best chance of selection. I finished up Dragoon in September and meant I could get a lot of the early bird submission deadlines for festivals I really wanted to get into. This is also something that helps when Festivals will only accept if it is a premiere at their festival.
This site will save you a fortune. A wonderful resource to enable you to get your film out to the world for free. Most of the films listed are online submissions too so not even postal costs.
A Little added bonus. Check out http://www.laurelleavesawardmaker.com/ to make your own Film Festival Laurel Leaves.
So that’s it, 30 days of photos. In the end some were not from the archive due to busyness. This last one is. On a ferry traveling across Lake Victoria. If you are going to win at cards, do it in style and with red eyes. Circa 2008
Today’s post is a bit of a treat of photos from a rather insane journey I took.
From the bright lights of Kampala, Uganda to the abstract craziness of Yei, Sudan (Now South Sudan). This is easily the most insane travelling I have done and one of those I look back upon still with fear.
The mighty Ross Blackmore doing sound in a cold and wet forest outside Glasgow. Today two years ago I launched the trailer for my short film Dragoon (have a watch below if you haven’t seen it yet.)
After a rather manic 2013 this was something that kept me going. Rather proud of how the trailer ended up.
Final stretch of these and I shall try and get a wide range of stuff that I like. I would say photos you may like but as I am the only person who reads this it would be pointless to not at least entertain myself. That’s a special shout out. You know who you are.