Times they are a changin’…still

A text from a reporter on the Dudley News posed the question “Can you do a picture of a local councillor in the dark on a council estate where there have been reports of young teenagers walking the streets carrying pick handles and hammers? A sort of Mean Streets of Netherton picture…”

Mean Streets of Netherton??  Netherton is not New York. At all. Netherton is not even Dudley. Netherton is only just Netherton.

“Course I can. No problem.”

A picture in the dark, on an estate where the locals patrol the pavement with pick handles and hammers, at a time of  year when the wind and rain is just picking up nicely…how could I make this worse for myself?

A tripod and flash technique that I’m a bit of a stranger to would be a decent start.

So off I went. Eventually. Because this was my last picture of the day, following a bunch of other pictures for other newspapers, which meant I arrived at the job with the bare minimum of preparation. All will be fine. A great little motto.

I met the councillor at the pre-arranged spot, and started to set up my kit. Within seconds, possibly milliseconds, a group of schoolkids who would have done Fagin’s gang proud, appeared just five feet in front of me.

” Why ya takin’ a picture of our ‘ouse?”

“I’m not taking a picture of your house – I’m taking a picture of this lady with the street behind her.”

“Dad, ee’s tekkin’ a picture of our ‘ouse!!”

Dad came striding over.

“Why’m yo tekkin’ a picture of my ‘ouse?”

“I’m not taking a picture of your house. I’m taking a picture of this lady with the street behind her.”

“Yom tekkin’ a picture of my ‘ouse. I saw ya bendin’ down.”

“I’m just framing the picture. I haven’t taken a picture yet.”

“Ee is!”

“Shurrup”

“Om gunna be in the perpa.”

“An’ I am..”

“GERRIN THE ‘OUSE NOW!!”

“I ay fuckin’ gooin’ in” chirped one of the cherubs of the gloom.

In a bid to show his credentials, one of the youngsters, a lad of about 10yrs (he couldn’t have been a teenager, he wasn’t carrying a pick handle or a hammer) spun himself backwards in his plastic go-kart, flew off the pavement and fell out into the road. “Fuckinell” he proclaimed, and I think it was some kind of self praise rather than a criticism of technique.

So eventually, I shot the councillor at 1 sec at f11 on a 24mm lens, manually metering the scene, with the flash fired remotely to give some modelling light.

I was quite happy to leave that area of Netherton. My aunt lived a couple of streets away many years ago, and it just seemed so different then. I grew up with rough kids, but there were boundaries. Mean streets.

In Netherton?

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2 Comments

  1. Brendan December 4, 2015 at 4:06 pm #

    Save me wasting more time trying to work it out (where is Netherton ish?)

    • philloach52 December 4, 2015 at 5:15 pm #

      The street is Chester Road, by Netherbrook Primary School, just off Saltwells. My aunt lived in Bowling Green Road, which is adjacent to this. Not a land of antique shops and coffee houses…
      Phil

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