I have been working through a mental block in my photography for the past 6 weeks. I have had to force myself outside this week even though most of what I shot was dissapointing. Just not seeing the scene or letting it unfold, rushing it, not taking my time or settling for second rate.
Last night was the first breakthrough where I felt like maybe the monkey was was getting off of my back (or at least loosening his grip).
Took the BART to the city late with my wife and son, camera and portable tripod. Only set a goal for one shot and I thought about it ahead of time. I wanted to do a long exposure at night at the intersection of Columbus and Broadway. I wanted streaking lights the neon signs from the old strip clubs and ghosting crowds on the sidewalk. I wasn’t entire successful as the shot I settled upon to post didn’t have too many ghosts in the cross walk.
The point is that I relaxed, had a good time, didn’t rush, just let the scene develop and unfold in front of me-I didn’t get flop sweat!
The cool thing was the photography wasn’t even the best part, the chat with a man in Chinatown at his tea shop was near the top of the list as the three of us talked with a total stranger about tea, China and Taiwan for over 30 minutes as we sipped our brew.
And…the capper? As we walked casually back to BART for the ride home we heard a lone trumpeteer playing some beautiful and sweet music from just off one of the streets on Montgomery in the heart of the financial district. Just a street performer, just someone giving a little beauty to the world for some spare change…I nearly emptied my pockets.
eos5dmkII | ef16-35f2.8L@22mm | f18 | 2.5sec.exp. | iso 400 | tripod | shot full frame/no crop/no filters | post in LR5
*…in reference to what they call the birds that get incinerated as they fly into the concentrated rays and emerge as a cloud of smoke on the other side…
Link to the story of the Google owned Ivanpah Solar Field and the raging debate over the number of birds affected is here.
separated from the herd
i would estimate at least a hundred photogs lining conzelman rd. this morning yet no one kept me company at the top…