Dog Photography at Radford Park | MJC Photography Plymouth
It is a scene that has become distressingly familiar to the locals: a middle-aged man, increasingly red of face, prostrate in the mud with a camera clutched in his hand, emitting a series of desperate barks and whistles. All of this in the vain hope of arresting the subject’s attention for the fraction of a second required for a "formal" pose.
It is a specialized form of madness, I grant you. But oh, the elation when that frantic, muddy chaos aligns for one fleeting moment and becomes, quite simply, "The Shot."
The Quiet Canine and the Muddy Photographer
The job, as it so often does, required me to become a creature of the night. Or at least, the very early morning. We had to meet before the sensible, day shift dogs were out, because Quinn, for all his Zen, apparently turned into a bit of a lad in the presence of his peers. He lost his mind, you see. It was like hiring a very quiet accountant and finding out he moonlights as a drummer for a heavy metal band.
Canine Capers & Theatrical Triumphs
Now, Smudge, for all his admirable chill, clearly hadn't perused the entire "Good Boy Model Instructions." The sitting and even lying down parts? Mastered without a single quibble. A true professional in the art of canine indolence. But directing his gaze anywhere near the camera? Oh, that was a bridge too far, a frontier he was clearly unwilling to cross.