Which is now only two days away. Tomorrow afternoon at about now this time I'll be looking out the airplane window rather than doing as I am, looking out onto the Caribbean with it's multiple shades of blue. Monday morning I'll awaken and wonder like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz if the past two weeks were nothing more than a dream. Photographically speaking I was very very lazy opting instead to stay close to home and just take photos of the sea in its various moods. This side of the Caribbean is rather like photographing someone on Prosaic ... a lot of Prosaic. Somedays it skips its medication and one will see a little of its underlying character, but otherwise it has the serene calm of some sedated denizen of CAMH.
I wrote earlier that myself and two others were considering throwing in together and finding a retail store front we could use as a commercial studio. We three are now two and back to the original studio space .. for now. In a way it isn't too bad since it provides me with the opportunity to slide into the full-time aspect of photography that I want to have as my future.
I'm still waiting for a couple of my 'anchor' photojournalists to respond to my emails with an affirmative to my 'Portraits of Canadian Photojournalist' project. Right now two are nibbling on the line. If photojournalists were like TV anchor types then all I'd have to do is chum the water and stand back. Instead photojournalists are kind of like the dock bass I'd fish for in my parent's boathouse. I would lay on the floor boards and gaze through the gaps at them as they'd cautiously nibble around the edges of the bait. It was almost as if they knew that the hook was there and what it was there for. I didn't catch many since it was more fun just watching them.
Sometimes life can be like Mrs Bell's junk drawer or Forrest Gump's box of chocolate. You never really know what you'll find when you open it up and peer inside. Although in Forrest Gump's case all HE had to do was look at the drawing on the inside of the lid to know what he was getting. But then if he did the story would have lost some of its charm. Perhaps like Life his box of chocolates didn't come with one of those neat little drawings. Mine certainly hasn't.
I suppose I shouldn't say that I was lazy in the photographic sense. As I mentioned above I took a lot of photos of the sea.... most of them out of focus and hand held at a very slow shutter speed just before or after sunset. As a result I have a lot of 'abstract' pieces that may or may not be saleable. A person I am occasionally mentoring is an abstract artist. I'll let her decide.
In the meantime here is a photo that I took just after sunset, a little out of focus using a shutter speed a little slower than I can hold steady.
I wrote earlier that myself and two others were considering throwing in together and finding a retail store front we could use as a commercial studio. We three are now two and back to the original studio space .. for now. In a way it isn't too bad since it provides me with the opportunity to slide into the full-time aspect of photography that I want to have as my future.
I'm still waiting for a couple of my 'anchor' photojournalists to respond to my emails with an affirmative to my 'Portraits of Canadian Photojournalist' project. Right now two are nibbling on the line. If photojournalists were like TV anchor types then all I'd have to do is chum the water and stand back. Instead photojournalists are kind of like the dock bass I'd fish for in my parent's boathouse. I would lay on the floor boards and gaze through the gaps at them as they'd cautiously nibble around the edges of the bait. It was almost as if they knew that the hook was there and what it was there for. I didn't catch many since it was more fun just watching them.
Sometimes life can be like Mrs Bell's junk drawer or Forrest Gump's box of chocolate. You never really know what you'll find when you open it up and peer inside. Although in Forrest Gump's case all HE had to do was look at the drawing on the inside of the lid to know what he was getting. But then if he did the story would have lost some of its charm. Perhaps like Life his box of chocolates didn't come with one of those neat little drawings. Mine certainly hasn't.
I suppose I shouldn't say that I was lazy in the photographic sense. As I mentioned above I took a lot of photos of the sea.... most of them out of focus and hand held at a very slow shutter speed just before or after sunset. As a result I have a lot of 'abstract' pieces that may or may not be saleable. A person I am occasionally mentoring is an abstract artist. I'll let her decide.
In the meantime here is a photo that I took just after sunset, a little out of focus using a shutter speed a little slower than I can hold steady.
2 comments:
Perhaps like Life his box of chocolates didn't come with one of those neat little drawings. Mine certainly hasn't.
Got a little philosophical on the vacation now, did you? ;)
My life has never had those guides either...
Safe travels home James.
Yes perhaps a little wistful :-)
All the best John
Jame
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