Just taking a pause from all the insanity in the news….
Sea Island, Ga…. sometime in the late 80’s. My wife and I were spending a long weekend celebrating our wedding anniversary when I spotted this bird sitting on the dock piling. Those were film days, long before digital. You had to compose, run some calculations through your head, set the camera and…. wait until the film is processed and proofed to know if you got your shot. I was able to fire off 3 frames before the bird took offense at me being there, this was the middle image.
I took this photo off my dock yesterday, which since nothing ever leaves the internet was a day late in January. I was testing out a old film lens, 600mm that a friend has offered to sell me. Using film lenses with digital cameras requires some work but can be a viable option to expand your equipment if you are selective.
My subject here was far enough away from me that he really didn’t pay me much attention, he was barely visible to the casual eye…. blending into the background as these guys do so well. It was the movement that caught my attention, then using this big old honking lens I found him in the camera and watched for a long time while taking a few images along the way. It was a quite pleasant way to spend a winter afternoon.
I start the new year off with yet another water shot… but this was what I saw this morning when I looked out the window. In a way it’s fitting for me, things are a bit “foggy” as I look forward.
Many good things are happening, some young family members are getting married this year, my employer has plans to build the company, my son is heading into an exciting career as he finishes college and I have some new ideas to expand my personal photography, which undoubtedly you will see here.
At the same time, some senior members of our family face health challenges while our country faces many changes – I’m not going to talk politics on this site but everyone agrees — things are going to be different. We shall have to wait and see if they are good or bad but here is to hoping for the best for all of us.
Back in 1983 I visited this Civil war Fort with my fiancé, we did the tourist thing and walked around reading the plaques and taking photos. Only then it was all film.
Digging around in a closet last week I found the transparency laying on the floor, it had fallen out of it’s storage glassene and ended up on the dark floor where it has been stepped on… apparently multiple times. Accidents happen and I do have multiple frames of the image so in the end I haven’t lost much.
It did remind me of all the ups and downs of living in the film world…you shot a lot less (each shot cost money), composed the image a lot longer and didn’t see the images until days or weeks later. Unless you had a polaroid attachment, you did not have a instant view of the image — you had to rely on your training, instincts or experience (whichever was greater) to get a good photo. Manipulation of the image was usually limited to what you could do IN FRONT of the lens, not after in a computer.
That fact in itself made me — a professional — a viable entity in the world. Natural talent combined with the understanding of the mysterious “dark room” and proper training provided myself and my peers with work and job security. Nowadays, a cell phone and multiple graphic apps or a DSLR set on auto will give anyone a pretty good image lowering the need to hire a professional. My profession is a victim of the very technology I love.
Sunset over the water, warm evening air, smell of a bar-b-que, sounds… friends talking, kids playing in the distance, oil stains on the wood of this old chair, if it could only talk.
I work in what has to be the most sound polluted neighborhood in… I don’t know but if you walk outside one of the 10 different lawn maintenance crews are going to either blow you away with leaf blowers, run you over with lawn mowers or just stampede you try to put out flowers or trim bushes. I get it… it’s their job and they got work to do but jeezz… ANYWAY I went outside during lunch and was walking around moments before a leaf blower started up on the other side of the building. In just a few minutes these little treasures would be vanquished from existence. Sometimes you need to slow down and look around…you never know what you’re missing.