I want to bitch about cameras but first, in case any of you says that it’s sour grapes, you can make your case easily. Even using modern technology, I’m never confident that a group photograph will actually feature my victims’ heads.
- State of the Art
I was walking on the Pentlands last Saturday. It was a day when spring seemed to have arrived, you could take a drink from your water bottle without ice rattling against your teeth and the air was filled with the sound of larks singing. I was struck by the number of people I passed wearing earphones and I felt they were losing in terms of the aural landscape.
That got me on to the current debate about how much people lose by using phones and cameras at gigs. I find these people mildly annoying but I’m utterly puzzled by how they can throw away three quarters of the experience by viewing something wildly exciting through a tiny view screen.
Now I’m not going to argue that seeing someone using a camera on a hill spoils my enjoyment. However when your companion is failing to contribute to an impassioned conversation (is Mick Hucknall depping for Rod Stewart in a Faces reunion bad taste or blasphemy) as they eye up angles for the next route shot, you get a little peeved. When sitting at a summit munching focaccia used to be a pleasure as you swapped superlatives about the view, now you’re on your own as they focus on the key task of assembling shots to knit into a 360 degree panorama.
Camera users can never remember outings, they can only remember the pictures they took. You might think these would be like tacks, nailing down the walk like a carpet, but no, if it’s not in the camera’s memory it’s not in theirs either. “Do you remember that time Ronnie went up to his thigh in that boghole coming off Ben Vorlich?” Consults camera… “No, I don’t think that happened.” “Were you looking at Loch Earn? This happened on the Little Hillls.” Back to camera again. “No, I’ve checked – it still didn’t happen.” I mean I’m not saying I’m perfect. Without the carpet tacks some of my memories get attached to the wrong trip but they’re mostly real (and far less sanitised than pictures that have had more than a little help from Photoshop.)
I’ve admired photo essays in WalkHighlands and occasionally found them very useful in illustrating key points in obscure routes but I’ve tended to hope that they were taken in a party of like-minded individuals and nobody was standing by gritting their teeth. I know Scotland can look really good but I also worry about the tendency to make it look like a pretty calendar. Still, I suppose we all know what it’s really like and I’m not going to be sorry for a Dutch walker standing saturated on Sgurr na Ciche, wondering why it’s not like it was in the photies. It’s all good for the economy.
Oh well, that’s my rant, happy snapping!