I don't have a drone, but I do like to take elevated shots so after the judging was done I walked up to the base of Kilnsey crag for an overview of the sheep pens, which are handily situated right at the crag.
What I like about photographing people doing stuff with animals is the unpredictability of what you might see, and the challenge of reacting fast enough to make a photograph of something. Then there's the element of chance that entails. I know there's a likelihood of a decent picture materialising when the judge says "catch 'em up". But what that picture might be, and whether I'll make it is in the lap of the gods. I think I managed it this time. This one is all about the hands. It seems to tell the story far better than if I'd 'got everything in'.
Then there are silly things which aren't great pictures but still have a place. Like levitating sheep. Pure chance that I got that, but a misbehaving sheep is always going to present an opportunity.
I'm always watching what other photographers are shooting, press photographers in particular. They always go for subjects which will be popular - 'characters', children, pretty sheep, trophy presentations. Understandable as the pictures pay their bills. It's all too easy to follow their lead, and when I started out going to shows that was sort of what I was doing. But while I still take that sort of picture (mainly for sharing on social, also to keep my eye in - as I find it best to keep taking photos all day rather than wait for good ones to appear) I think my pictures, the ones I consider my best, have changed over time.
I was thinking about this the other day and came to the conclusion that instead of trying to find 'their style' people should be aiming to find 'their voice'. Style implies more of processing look, which is superficial, voice suggest something less superficial and more personal. More of my arty waffle?
Needless to say I spent most of my time photographing the judging of the Gritstones and Lonks. I thought my shots of teh sign with the crag in the background was more interesting with teh pickup and trailer in than the ones without. It's the sort of picture that isn't much on its own, but in a sequence or page layout adds to the whole.
The same with the empty pens to a degree, although it does have the abstract pattern going for it.
This judging picture is my choice out of all the ones I took yesterday.
But this is more the sort of thing that might go well on social. Same subject, different story?
This one is all about the patterns and shapes.
I'm not sure what I like about this one. It's something to do with the pose and the hands.
Some details. I think I might be getting a bit too foucsed on this sort of shot.
The interbreed champion is chosen by all the judges who award points to each breed champion, except the breed they judged. The one with the most points wins.
The announcer thanked all the usual suspects, sponsors, exhibitors, judges, stewards, and closed by saying that all the winners had had hours of preparation to look their best on the day. Except the Lonk, which had been gathered from the moor that morning! That's it on the right of this photo, looking decidedly grubby, as you can see.