For this week’s post, I thought I give you a brief update on my YouTube channel and how it is going.
Since my last few posts here, here and here together with a rocky start, I have somehow managed to keep to a schedule of posting every two weeks at 8am GMT without fail.
At the moment, I am focusing on being consistent and holding myself accountable whilst learning how to edit videos. Eventually, I would like to see it grow into a space where I can showcase my creativity as a photographer and also feature a few of my friends and other creatives that I happen to come across.
From time to time, my children will also be featured as I am a mum and they are part of me. The channel is essentially about photography and my lifestyle as a photographer and a mum. Hence using the ‘mumtographer’ or ‘mumtog’ moniker.
If you are visiting my blog for the first time, welcome.
For those who follow this blog and new followers alike, head over to my channel and subscribe. You are not obliged to and I appreciate you just the same for sticking out with me here on my blog.
Here is the last video I uploaded – My First MA Class Presentation (And I Wasn’t Even There)
For those of you who may not know, I am currently in the second year of my MA in Documentary Photography and Photojournalism. This was my first presentation at the beginning of the term to the new students who joined the course. Life happened and I wasn’t able to be there in person, but technology and friends saved the day.
Missed One (2019) – Part of the ‘Remnants’ series
I was cutting my nails and then I got distracted. It took me two days to realise that I missed one. I just laughed at myself and I still left it there for another day or two until it just started feeling weird.
Short story short, adulting sucks.
As some of you may know, I am currently studying for my Masters in Documentary Photography and Photojournalism. Last year for one of my modules, Writing Photography, we did writing exercises and I am going to share with you one of them.
A Photograph That Only Exists in My Memory – The One That Got Away
It is 2009 and I am meeting a friend in the centre of Nairobi. I haven’t been in the country for almost a decade. As I stood outside City Hall, I remembered the number of street photographers that were always around to take a picture of you right outside Kenyatta International Conference Center. Always fighting for you to pick any one of them to take your picture outside this iconic building. One of the few around the city that allow photography from locals and tourists alike. Also, if you liked his style, you would be back for more photographs around the city in places like Uhuru Park.
Digital photography it seems came and changed all of that, coupled with the harassment from council officials. The city has certainly moved on since I have been away. The street photographers are no longer there and if they were, they certainly were not visible.
It got me thinking, what is stopping me from taking a picture of my friend outside KICC? After all, as shady as it seems, such photographs have a sense of history and nostalgia in them. So I kept waiting for him to show up and as soon as he did, we immediately headed in the opposite direction looking for a place to eat and catch up.
Days later, I was on a plane back to England.