a place I like to go - www.jaydohertyphotography.com

Derry, Donegal, Ireland and Northern Ireland creative and documentary style wedding photographer   email : mail@jaydohertyphotography.com   tel : UK 07736004203   facebook.com/jaydohertyphotography



A place I like to go...


There’s a place I like to go – you’ll never meet a bein’ there. A place where few folk ever set foot; the odd seal and a congregation of sea birds would be your only company – and that’s no bad thing when a man is seeking escape. Self-employment can eat you up if you let it. The office is magnetic, the computer a vacuum, never ending, freedom is rare….if you don’t fight back. My goal at least once a week it to make it to the front door, to wade through the midden of work, ignore the emails, dive for the door and go. Run while you have the strength – go out into the wide world, live the dream you dreamt back when you were starting out.

I was asked by 2 different folk at workshops did I ever use my camera for pleasure, not just work ? I’m proud enough to have been able to say yes. The answer would have been, no, maybe, I think I do, this time last year. When it’s a tool for work, that pays the bills and buys the school uniforms, maybe it’s only natural that she can be left parked on the shelf when it’s personal time. I try to keep the fires burning, keeping warm an attitude of creativity and craft. Like I always advise at clubs and seminars – “let your camera be the key that opens the door to a better world”, let it be the excuse for a better life. The reason you stand atop a mountain at daybreak awaiting the first spring time rays, you are the only sinner on a beach at midnight, the last man standing - your passport to epicness.

I set sail this morning in the Bedford in search of milk. Joe Butler ‘Milk’. Joe is a man whose work I appreciate and feed off. He was the first fellow I saw using wide-angle filters to shoot otherworldly landscape creations. Where skies appear as flowing rivers of silk, where seas become pools of milk. I don’t think he even has a website, he’s that legit, he cares for no such display of his conquests. I descended an 80 ft cliff and followed the sound of the sea to my haven, to the place I like to go, where you’ll never meet a bein’…


There’s a place I like to go – you’ll never meet a bein’ there. A place where few folk ever set foot; the odd seal and a congregation of sea birds would be your only company – and that’s no bad thing when a man is seeking escape. Self-employment can eat you up if you let it. The office is magnetic, the computer a vacuum, never ending, freedom is rare….if you don’t fight back. My goal at least once a week it to make it to the front door, to wade through the midden of work, ignore the emails, dive for the door and go. Run while you have the strength – go out into the wide world, live the dream you dreamt back when you were starting out.

I was asked by 2 different folk at workshops did I ever use my camera for pleasure, not just work ? I’m proud enough to have been able to say yes. The answer would have been, no, maybe, I think I do, this time last year. When it’s a tool for work, that pays the bills and buys the school uniforms, maybe it’s only natural that she can be left parked on the shelf when it’s personal time. I try to keep the fires burning, keeping warm an attitude of creativity and craft. Like I always advise at clubs and seminars – “let your camera be the key that opens the door to a better world”, let it be the excuse for a better life. The reason you stand atop a mountain at daybreak awaiting the first spring time rays, you are the only sinner on a beach at midnight, the last man standing - your passport to epicness.

I set sail this morning in the Bedford in search of milk. Joe Butler ‘Milk’. Joe is a man whose work I appreciate and feed off. He was the first fellow I saw using wide-angle filters to shoot otherworldly landscape creations. Where skies appear as flowing rivers of silk, where seas become pools of milk. I don’t think he even has a website, he’s that legit, he cares for no such display of his conquests. I descended an 80 ft cliff and followed the sound of the sea to my haven, to the place I like to go, where you’ll never meet a bein’…