How long have I been a photographer? If you count from the time my mates and I set up the school darkroom (including making the enlarger from a biscuit tin and salvaged lens – I’m not making this up) it’s more than 40 years.
There have been periods of my life when I’d get twitchy if separated from a camera for more than a few minutes.
So why do I think it’s okay to go out cycling without one?
After about a week of too much work and vertigo, I finally got back on the bike today. Trish stayed at home nursing her bruised tailbone, so it was just me. I figured it would be a five-minute ride, what with still being a bit dizzy. And the sky was a uniform dull grey. So not much point taking the camera, right?
As it turned out, I was fine on the bike. The dizziness disappeared quickly. (I have a theory about this – but that’s for some other time.) So I headed off for the local town where our writers group has its monthly meeting. Trish & I are planning to cycle to it in the future, so I thought I’d recce the ride. Weirdly, it seems a lot further in the car. It’s just 8km (okay, 8.14km according to my bike computer, in case you’re into pseudo-precision). I was there in no time.
On the way back, I took the more scenic route – the one the More Significant Other likes to call the ‘wibbly-wobbly’ road. It’s a narrow lane that twists, dips and rises through orchards, fields and woodland. In the car it seems a lot further than the ‘straight’ route. And it is – about 100m further, according to the computer.
During the ride, the clouds thinned and blue streaks appeared. There was a gentle haze across the landscape. It was, in short, beautiful.
And yes, technically I did have a camera with me – my iPhone. But its fixed lens, tiny sensor and Jpeg compression don’t make for great images.
I saw so many shots I would have loved to capture if only I’d had the Nikon with me. Oh well, that’ll teach me … perhaps.