I took this picture 4 days before the leg break.
He’d settled himself in a window shaped area of Autumn sun and was looking gorgeous. I grabbed my camera and shot a handful of him snoozing.
He looked so much more relaxed than he had 3 weeks ago and I got a bit of a buzz seeing him all chilled out and content.
When I pulled up the images in Photoshop I got quite excited by this one. The contrast is nice, the depth of field is good and it shows his great lines and curves. And those eyes.
It’s not perfect, his nose is just nudging out of the light but I allowed myself a little quiet credit. I subscribe to extremely high standards but I’m aesthetically more drawn to and appreciate the little imperfections in things, if I’m honest.
Coming from someone with a massive scar down one leg, I guess I would say that.
What I try really hard to do is take the pictures I want to take and not attempt to recreate something I’ve seen before. Although I understand that’s part of the learning process too, there’s SO much photography these days it can be too distracting and can (for want of a better way of putting it) blur my focus.
I’ve been into photography since I was a student and had worked around it professionally for years but had never really considered myself a photographer as such. It was a hobby I enjoyed for myself and something I knew quite a bit about but without professional equipment I wasn’t about to call myself one. Besides, I was of the opinion at that time that doing something creative, that you love, for money, was a bit of a contradiction.
At this point I had been working as a freelance graphic designer for several years and had been feeling for some time that it wasn’t quite right. Any joy I had for it felt like it had been sucked out of me. I think I applied that same logic to my photography and was actually quite scared about sharing something so personal and fulfilling, in case I lost what I loved about it.
But corny as it sounds, Dexter became my muse and because I had all that time on my hands to look at and study him whilst I healed, as soon as I was mobile again I became a little obsessed with walking him of course, and photographing him.