The Best Holiday Destination for A Photographer
Masseria Cimino copyright Carla Coulson
Dear Friends,
It’s holiday time here in Europe, some countries start their holidays in June, others in July and people like us in August.
There is one thing we are all in agreeance about no matter where we are from is when the temperatures soar in the city that is to leave it behind, go find a beach, a mountain, a place in the shade where we can relax, read a book, take a photo or ‘far niente’ (do nothing)
Masseria Cimino copyright Carla Coulson
It’s got me thinking, holidays are difficult for me to take, something happens when I touch down in a new town, a new island, a new country or even a new beach. My inner photographer beast comes alive, looks around and quietly says ‘how long has this been going on and why wasn’t I phoned’!
Yes, going on holidays for a photographer is exciting, it’s stimulating and it can make lying on the beach (sometimes) pure torture. Did I say that?
Venice copyright Carla Coulson
Why? Because you know you are missing a shot, you know if you got off your beach bed, life might just offer you up a golden gem that you can hold in your heart forever, it might offer you a sweet Greek lady that invites you into your home and shows you a photo of her when she was sixteen (way back in the 1920’s) and tells you she was the most beautiful girl on the island.
You know that whilst hubby lies on the sand calm as can be, slowly devouring his book, enjoying a swim, drying off in the sun or having a snooze, your inner photographer is wondering what the beach you are lying on would look like if you walked to the top of the hill? It knows it would look kind of spectacular and you ask yourself should you roll over and continue with the Keith Richards autobiography (which I loved) or let the inner photographer have its way and kiss hubby goodbye and go take on that mountain?
Holiday moments Lesvos copyright Carla Coulson
Lesvos Copyright Carla Coulson
You know that at sunset whilst you are sipping on that sweet, ice cold ouzo and watching the sun turn the world soft pink and blue that somewhere, possibly just around the corner there is a photograph just begging to be taken.
Holidays have become sweet torture for me and I have found it doesn’t matter where I go, Italy, Greece, Morocco, Australia, Spain or Asia my inner photographer is in the ‘right corner’ and the poor chick who has been moving her butt like a mad woman all year is in the ‘left corner’ and they know the ‘holiday’ is going to be a dance of love, of stolen moments swimming in crystal clear water and sweating like a pack horse up 2000 stairs, wishing, hoping and praying that the universe has a little magic in store up there for me.
Aperitif hour Lesvos Island Copyright Carla Coulson
So from now on I am no longer going to tell people I am going on a holiday, I think I will rename it ‘the dance of the inner photographer’.
It’s always fun seeing who is going to win!
Matera copyright Carla Coulson
Furore Amalfi Coast copyright Carla Coulson
So, the perfect destination where I put the camera down and chill might just be a darkened room not some exotic location.
Thank-you so much for coming along for the ride and I will be away for August but will be on Snapchat, Instagram and Facebook and I will find the time to write some little musings here.
“I love out-of-the-way, rugged places. For me, holidays are about the experiences, and the people, and the memories, rather than sitting on a nice beach getting tanned. I try to plant myself where I am and embrace what is there in front of me.” Evelyn Glennie
Sending Love
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