The Great British Heatwave (and Other Dog Show Catastrophes) at Plympton Castle Green
For the uninitiated, the Plympton Lamb Feast is a cornerstone of the Plympton St Maurice Midsummer Festival. It is an entirely free, delightfully wholesome, family-friendly community gathering staged upon the historic Castle Green, a spot where, in 1224, the Sheriff of Devon thoroughly demolished the original castle because the local lord was being historically difficult. Walking up to it today, it is the sort of quintessentially English village scene that looks so impossibly idyllic you half expect a detective from Midsomer Murders to step out from behind a burger van to investigate a suspicious death by a poisoned scone.
The day began with that most dependable of British institutions: a ceiling of heavy, featureless grey cloud that promised the sort of aggressively monotonous weather we have all quietly resigned ourselves to of late. With a shrug, I bundled myself into what I fondly imagined was sensible clothing, hoisted my camera bag, and set off for the Midsummer Solstice Lamb Feast in Plympton. Our specific, noble mission for the afternoon? To document the companion dog show, an event masterminded by the formidable talent that is Lauren from Plympton’s own The Dog House 47.
For the uninitiated, the Plympton Lamb Feast is a cornerstone of the Plympton St Maurice Midsummer Festival. It is an entirely free, delightfully wholesome, family-friendly community gathering staged upon the historic Castle Green, a spot where, in 1224, the Sheriff of Devon thoroughly demolished the original castle because the local lord was being historically difficult. Walking up to it today, it is the sort of quintessentially English village scene that looks so impossibly idyllic you half expect a detective from Midsomer Murders to step out from behind a burger van to investigate a suspicious death by a poisoned scone.
As we arrived, a steadily swelling throng of eager canine participants was already lining up, each doing its level best to put its best paw forward. And then, right on cue, the atmosphere shifted. The clouds abruptly parted, and summer; proper, genuine summer, made a sudden, unannounced appearance.
Now, the British are notoriously bad at handling sudden weather. Give us a drizzling November afternoon and we are masters of our domain. Give us twenty minutes of actual, direct sunlight, and society begins to unravel. This unexpected meteorological plot twist was, of course, wonderful for morale, but it left our photography team looking rather less than picture perfect. Stripped of the breeze, we found ourselves instantly reduced to a pair of red faced, sweating individuals who looked as though they had mistakenly taken a sauna while fully clothed.
Soggy photographers aside, the entire affair went swimmingly. A spectacular plethora of rosettes was enthusiastically distributed to some of the most dashingly handsome and undeniably pretty pets in the whole of Plympton. Quite how the judges manage to pick a single winner from such a dazzlingly talented pool of fluff and good manners is utterly beyond me. Personally, I’d have given a prize to them all, if only to get back into the shade.
Plympton pet show photographed by a professional photographer
The Currency of Joy: A Plymouth Pet Portrait Adventure
Daisy arrived for her pet portrait session and immediately undertook the obligatory grand inspection. In the world of studio dog photography, this involves a thorough, high velocity nose vacuuming of the floorboards to sniff out the historical news of every creature that had preceded her.
Once the administrative sniffing was concluded, we got down to business.
For Daisy, "business" exists in a very specific economic framework. Posing for a professional dog photographer is not done for the love of the arts; it comes at a strict, transactional cost. The currency of the realm was the Treat.
It is an established medical fact, or at least, a deeply held personal conviction, that I suffer from a localized neurological affliction known as an itchy shutter finger. (Please, do not Google that. The internet has a way of turning a whimsical phrase into a terrifying rare tropical disease.)
It is a condition that inflicts a profound restlessness upon the soul if a week passes without a camera lens being pointed at something.
Lately, this affliction has been fed a veritable buffet. My lens has been aimed at an eccentric spectrum of the universe: from tiny, dramatic thespians to towering basketball giants, and from graceful ballerinas to the glorious, unbridled chaos of working spaniels. I have loved every single frame.
In fact, the sheer velocity of the shutter action has resulted in a significant backlog. The blame for this digital traffic jam lies entirely with my own compulsion to waffle. I feel an unnatural urge to write a small essay about every encounter, a defect that costs me more hours than I care to admit to my accountant.
This slow, artisanal approach stands in direct defiance of the modern internet. My social media feeds are permanently clogged with terrifyingly energetic young things shouting from beaches, urging me to "post daily!" while weaponizing complex "algorithmic strategies" to maximize my "organic reach."
The Art of the Deal (With a Dog)
Reach or no reach, I am utterly delighted to share a recent adventure from my Plymouth photography studio featuring what might mathematically be the most joyous canine in Devon.
Meet Daisy.
A happy portrait of a dog taken in a professional Plymouth Studio
Daisy arrived for her pet portrait session and immediately undertook the obligatory grand inspection. In the world of studio dog photography, this involves a thorough, high velocity nose vacuuming of the floorboards to sniff out the historical news of every creature that had preceded her.
Once the administrative sniffing was concluded, we got down to business.
For Daisy, "business" exists in a very specific economic framework. Posing for a professional dog photographer is not done for the love of the arts; it comes at a strict, transactional cost. The currency of the realm was the Treat.
Daisy would quite literally perform a complex, rhythmic tap-dance on the spot at the mere prospect of a meaty titbit. It turns out that maintaining an endless supply of high-value liver cake is catastrophic for one's waistline, but it is an absolute miracle worker for creating a happy, expressive photoshoot. (Sounds all too familia!)
The results were spectacular. I captured the perfect portraits, the studio survived the whirlwind, and Daisy left entirely satisfied with her earnings.
The Fine Art of Herding Furry Tornadoes: A Masterclass in Studio Chaos
To say these two have energy is to say the sun is a bit warm. They possessed the kind of vibrating, molecular restlessness usually reserved for a five year old child who has been systematically stuffed full of fizzy pop and Smarties. It was a whirlwind of a dog photography session and frankly, I loved every chaotic second of it.
According to the dictionary, chaos is defined as a state of total confusion, utter disorder, or a complete lack of organization. It is a word used by scientists to describe the universe, and by parents to describe a toddler's bedroom.
However, I am convinced the lexicographers at Oxford had a different muse entirely when they penned that definition: a photoshoot at Trident Studio, Plymouth featuring two specific English Springer Spaniels named Inka and Lottie.
To say these two have energy is to say the sun is a bit warm. They possessed the kind of vibrating, molecular restlessness usually reserved for a five year old child who has been systematically stuffed full of fizzy pop and Smarties. It was a whirlwind of a dog photography session and frankly, I loved every chaotic second of it.
The Grand Inquisitors of the Studio Floor
The moment both Springers crossed the threshold, they did not politely look for the camera. Instead, they immediately undertook a highly urgent, deeply spiritual mission to sniff every single square inch of available floor space.
The Scene: Heads down, bums triumphantly up, and tails wagging with such furious velocity they threatened to alter the local weather patterns.
It was a furry tornado whipping into every corner of the room. Once the perimeter was thoroughly inspected and deemed safe from imaginary intruders, it was time to get down to business. Or at least, our version of it.
Tag Team Wrestling (With Added Fur)
Coaxing Inka and Lottie into position was less like traditional pet photography and something more akin to refereeing a high stakes tag team wrestling match. They took turns on the studio floor, trading places with the chaotic energy of Olympic sprinters.
Thankfully, the match was masterfully refereed by their owners, who utilized a combination of patience, treats, and what I assume was mild sorcery.
In the end, it was the fleeting, beautiful little moments of calm that we captured. Amidst the whirlwind, the camera caught those soulful, bright eyes and magnificent ears in perfect stillness. And let me be completely honest, I was absolutely delighted with the results.
Looking for Pet Photography in Plymouth?
If you have a furry whirlwind of your own and want to capture their unique personality (chaos and all!), get in touch with MJC-Photography. We specialize in turning high energy into timeless portraits.
The Indignity of Editing and the Joy of Staying Dry
Photographing dancers is a precarious business, mostly because one tends to become so mesmerized by the sheer, improbable elegance of the human form in motion that one forgets to actually, you know, take the picture. It is a genuine occupational hazard.
Interestingly, despite the leaps and bounds, my inner portrait artist seems to have taken the wheel. My personal favourite from the session is a stark, black-and-white headshot. It captures a quiet intensity that all the movement in the world can’t quite replicate.
There is something inherently noble about the landscape photographer, standing knee-deep in a freezing bog at four in the morning, waiting for a sunrise that, nine times out of ten, is obscured by a sky the colour of dirty dishwater. I have spent a significant portion of my life in such pursuits. However, since opening my new residency at Trident Studio, I have discovered a profound, almost unseemly sense of smugness that comes from being indoors.
While the British weather outside has been performing its best impression of the Old Testament, mostly "The Great Flood" portion, I have been safely ensconced in the warm, dry embrace of the studio. It is a revelation. Over the last few weeks, my shutter button has been pressed with the sort of frantic frequency usually reserved for a teenager in a particularly juicy group chat.
Portrait Photography: Making Stars and Facing Backlogs
The primary cause of this mechanical exhaustion has been a delightful parade of talented young actors. We’ve been crafting the kind of professional headshots that I hope will soon be staring down from billboards or at least convincing a casting director that this person is precisely what their next period drama is missing.
I’ve taken to muttering the phrase "MJC, Photographer to the Stars!" under my breath. It has a certain melodic quality to it, don’t you think?
The downside of all this "stardom," of course, is the editing. I am currently staring down a backlog of post-processing that would make a Hollywood production office weep with exhaustion. Every hour spent in the glow of the studio lights results in several more spent in the much less glamorous glow of a computer monitor, meticulously adjusting the stray hairs of future Oscar winners.
The Art of Motion: Dancing with Erica Mulkern
Despite the looming mountain of digital files, I couldn't resist a "busman's holiday" this past Friday. Long before this business venture began, I had booked a session with the breathtakingly talented Erica Mulkern.
Photographing dancers is a precarious business, mostly because one tends to become so mesmerized by the sheer, improbable elegance of the human form in motion that one forgets to actually, you know, take the picture. It is a genuine occupational hazard.
Interestingly, despite the leaps and bounds, my inner portrait artist seems to have taken the wheel. My personal favourite from the session is a stark, black-and-white headshot. It captures a quiet intensity that all the movement in the world can’t quite replicate.
Ready for Your Close-Up?
But enough of this. The editing suite calls, and it is a jealous mistress.
If you are looking for high-quality acting headshots or creative portrait photography that might just catch the eye of the next big casting director, and if you’d like to personally contribute to my mounting workload, I’d love to hear from you.
You can reach out right here or visit me over at mjc-photography.com. I promise to stay indoors for the duration of our session.
A close up, black and white portrait of a woman looking directly at the camera with a serene expression. She is wearing a dark, sequined dress and elegant drop earrings. Her hand is delicately raised to her neck, showing two rings on her fingers. The lighting is dramatic, with soft shadows and light patterns across her face and neck.
A professional studio portrait of dancer Erica Mulkern seated on the floor, wearing a delicate blue ballet costume with puffed sleeves. Her ballet pointe shoes are positioned prominently in the foreground, showing signs of wear, while she looks toward the camera with a focused expression.