streetcar to the exhibition grounds, and walking around there.
After 5 months with my camera, I'm still snapping too many pictures. I know the difference now between the meaningless shots I take and the ones that will excite me later. I'm narrowing down to what truly interests me, rather then anything that might be a good picture.
I was most excited to take the 6th and 7th pictures in this set. the 6th for the light and my sense that I was conveying something true about the subject. The 7th was so much about my mood, something emerging, I ought to call it a self-portrait.
The last picture was a lucky grab - well, just a bit more then that. I knew if I waited there for a bit, under an awning in pouring rain, something interesting would happen.
Whoa! I really like this last picture- very surreal. I wonder what that bull is thinking...
I take it that this couple's taking cover from a downpour, right, and not taking offense at having their picture taken... ?
I can't explain it well. There is a feeling inside of recognition and echo - an excitement about what I'm seeing, and a "that's it" feeling - that's what lurking unexpressed. Photography is a little like dreaming. Out of all the things in the world around you, you choose what speaks to you. What I choose, if I'm doing my best, reveals what matters to me.