Showing posts with label newspaper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label newspaper. Show all posts

Sunday, 11 March 2012

recent work for the newspaper...

Gyllyngvase Tennis Courts

This group of pensioners have been playing at Gyllyngvase Tennis Courts for over thirty years - since local resident Barbara Truswell founded the club. The courts - which are currently run by the Falmouth Beach Hotel - are available for public use. Now, however, there are fears of them being taken over by St. Michael's Hotel across the road, potentially putting it in to privatisation, meaning the end of the thirty-five-year-old club.










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Monday, 6 February 2012

beans, bacon and bowling clubs

Work has started to back up recently, and I find shoots, if not entire days, coming and going before I get a chance to write drivel about them on here. During this time I have returned with a new, more easily searched blog title of 'Samuel Moore | photographer'. Catchy, huh? So anyway, one such day which has been and gone was Saturday 4th February, when I was given two jobs to do for The Packet, Falmouth's daily digest of local news and events. 

The first of these jobs was at Budock Water, a quaintest of quaint villages which sits just half a mile from the monstrosity that is Falmouth's Brickland Industrial Estate. I made my way over there on my bicycle at 10am, being soaked by one of Cornwall's annoyingly frequent horizontal rain storms in the process, an occurrence which happens to me far too often.  

The villagers of Budock hold an annual 'Big Breakfast' in aid of the village-owned playing field. The event, which sees all manner of locals grace Budock Water village hall, consists of a, well, big breakfast. Two rashers of bacon, baked beans, sausages, grilled tomato and toast were on sale for the modest price of £3.50. Of course, being the photographer assigned to the job, I was offered a free breakfast by a wonderful woman named Sally. After considering the immoralities of eating on the job for about three seconds, I resolutely sat down at the nearest table and ploughed my way through a plate of the good stuff in about the same amount of time (my prowess in eating was duly noted by an old woman standing to my left). What made this success even more satisfying was that when the photographer form the West Briton finally showed his face, no such offer was made to him. Student 1, professional 0. 

As well as the food, stalls run by local villagers adorned the village hall, selling goods ranging from second-hand knick-knacks and cakes/pastries, to a man selling vegetables and  a blind woman selling pencils (?). Again, all proceeds went to the up-keeping of the village-owned playing field. 









The second job of the day - in equally horizontally-inclined rain - was at 8pm at the Falmouth Bowling Club, where cheques were being presented by Chairman Ron Rhedlyn. Cheques for £480 were given to the 2nd Falmouth All Saints Cub-Scouts, the Memories Cafe and the Falmouth Festival Fund which was represented by the Mayor of Falmouth... You know you've made it as a photojournalist when you're photographing mayors. The money was raised by the Falmouth Harmony Choir, who took charitable donations whilst carol singing on Christmas Eve.








 
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Wednesday, 25 January 2012

Twenty-four-hour Project: Mike Gibson, a Portrait of Plymouth

Last week the first year Press & Editorial Photography course were given a twenty-four-hour assignment; the brief was to create 'a portrait of Plymouth'. As the name suggests, we had had one day to complete this (yesterday, in fact). We needed to find an alternative side - or something unusual - to Plymouth that people do not see everyday (for example that lovely water feature in the town centre). We had to phone ahead, organise shoots and be generally organised. When we were finished, we had to upload, edit and FTP the files (metadata and all) to Ashley, who is the administrator at Cartel Photos.  


This assignment was designed to take our skills in to a faster 'Press style' of working, much like it would be in the professional industry.


My chosen subject was Mike Gibson, a Plymouth-born, Halshaw-educated, ex-Royal Navy fleet air arm engineer. Since retiring he has become a committed member of the Plymouth community, acting as a trustee for the Widewell Association as part of a team which maintains Ebberston Millenium Park, a public space just outside of Southway, Plymouth. Mike has become a local celebrity recently since commencing a personal vendetta against fly-tipping in the suburban estate of Southway.


Mike sitting in his conservatory at his home in Southway, Plymouth. To his left is a photograph of the HMS Ocean, a destroyer that Mike served on during his time in the Royal Navy.


Mike started voluntarily litter picking after his doctor recommended he walk two miles a day following a major heart bypass operation. During his excursions he noticed that worryingly large amounts of rubbish lay strewn across the pavements of Southway. Now, through recent exposure in the Plymouth Herald, help from the council is beginning to present itself. However, there is still a big problem with litter in Southway, as Mike explained...


Mike holding the Plymouth Herald. On the front page is a recent article about his litter picking excursions.


A litter bin which Mike filled with fly-tipped rubbish just two days before. The contents still remain.


In the car park of the Paper Converting Company, Mike points out a particularly bad area for fly-tipping amongst the warehouses of a Southway industrial estate. In his hand he holds a scrapped bike helmet. 




Crates of opened, unopened and discarded beer and wine; a cardboard box filled with French rolls; mattresses; a gun. These are just  a few of the items which Mike has recently discovered discarded in to the road-side bushes, industrial estates and bus shelters of Southway. He described it as 'disgraceful'. Mike's vendetta against fly-tipping in Plymouth has only just begun; however, at 86 years' old, he cannot keep on litter picking like he has. His eyesight is deteriorating, and walking is difficult. It's not over yet, though, he says. Since his exposure in the Plymouth Herald, Mike has been interviewed by Radio Devon and even ITV News. Things are starting to gather momentum.  




Mike points out a dumped bin bag filled with litter in a road-side bush. "Who knows what's inside that" he said.

Mike shows me the Langley Estate, an area unfortunately heavily affected by the dumping of household waste.



Cleaning up the streets of Southway is not all that Mr. Gibson cares about. Soon after arriving at his home, I discovered that he is an ex-fleet air arm engineer for the Royal Navy. Starting as a radio mechanic, Mike worked his way up the faculties until he enlisted in the Navy in 1945, ending up on the HMS Ocean as Lead Mechanic.






A badge which Mike obtained from serving on the HMS Ocean - after training as a radio engineer and joining the Royal Navy in 1945 - is permanently pinned to his jacket. He acted as Lead Mechanic on the ship; shortly after he became the Petty Officer


The HMS Ocean badge. 


A collection of badges from ships that Mike has previously served on hangs on a wall in his home.

Mike and his family have a deep-seated history within the Navy;  his father enlisted in the 1800s, and served on the HMS Sturdy as Engineer Officer in the early 1900s. Mike told me of how his father's ship at the time, the HMS Sturdy, ran aground off the coast of Tiree, a small island which resides in Scottish waters. Mike's father was not fatally injured, but in 1945 he organised the construction of a memorial on the island to commemorate those who had lost their lives in the wreck. Affected family members and friends were invited.  





On an atlas map of Scotland, Mike points out the island of Tiree, where his father was injured as his ship, the HMS Sturdy, ran aground.




Mike shows me an old photograph of himself whilst he was at school, wearing a classic 'blue coat' uniform. In the background, a similar portrait of his wife sits on the window ledge.

Mike and his wife Barbara have been married for 56 years. 

Mike and Barbara sit down in their living room for a lunch of beans and toast and a cup of tea.






At 86 years' of age, Mike's eyesight is slowly deteriorating so driving is impossible; a buss pass enables him to be mobile in his attempts to rally the City Council in to changing the way they deal with fly-tipping in the Southway area. He has already gathered momentum through his recent exposure in the Plymouth Herald and other news organisations, and more and more support is presenting itself. For the Navy veteran, it is now a matter of time and bureaucracy. 







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Saturday, 21 January 2012

Saturday arts club at Penryn Rugby Club.

Today I had my first ever job for the Falmouth Packet (the local newspaper). It was at a Saturday arts club for children held at Penryn Rugby Club. The kids were working on the 'Paint-O-Meter', a device to measure how much paint has been collected - through charitable donations - to go towards a mural which will be painted in a Falmouth industrial estate. It was a shoot for the local paper, so it's all smiley faces and happy times.











These images will hopefully be appearing in Monday's edition of the Falmouth Packet.


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