Last night I attempted to watch the Sky Arts programme 'Master of Photography' again. I say attempted because the last time I ended up shouting at the TV and my wife told me I wasn't allowed to watch it again because it makes me angry.
She was right, of course. I got annoyed because of the comments from the judges. None of them made any sense to me. It was like they were being critical because that was what was expected of them. It annoyed me so much that I took matters in to my own hands and decided to look at Steve McCurry's Instagram page. Then I realised I hadn't actually tried it myself before so should shut my big fat mouth until I had.
Needless to say it was harder than thought, even if it was only for a few hours but I'm pretty sure I can now watch the annoying Sky Arts programme with a bit more appreciation.
Next up is something I've been meaning to do for a while which I saw a photographer I admire greatly Tom Oldham where he completed a set of 24 portraits in 24 hours in East London. I of course will be West of the river where my heart lies but it's basically the same premise but with more sequins and loafers.