An old pickup parked outside a bookstore in Eureka Springs, Arkansas. I color corrected this image to convey the heat and humidity of Arkansas in July. Even in stickiest weather, Eureka Springs is one of my favorite little cities in the world. It’s a hangout for bikers, GLBT folks, and fundamentalist Christians.
Everything, absolutely everything is wrong with this photo, but it captures the moment perfectly. It screams rock and roll. Low fidelity, noisy, over saturated, and unsophisticated, but full of raw energy. I just love this crappy image from My Chemical Romance at the House of Blues and really great night out with my daughter. I’ll never be a great photographer, but I’ll always have great photos.
I had a perfect foggy morning to take some pictures of the cornfield featured yesterday. Just as I arrived and began setting up, I startled a flock of starlings into flight. I immediately began shooting furiously as I didn’t want to miss the moment. Unfortunately I had. Though I habitually store my camera in the auto mode in case situations such as these arise, today I hadn’t. Earlier in the morning I was shooting the train carrying my son back to college, and and left the camera set to a shutter speed of 1/5 second. Dammit.
I came within inches of deleting the errant shots off the card, but didn’t. The card was nearly empty, so I could trash them in the warmth of my studio. Imagine my surprise when I found a shot I liked among the duds. This shot was the happy accident of my failure to heed two of my rules – stow the camera in auto mode just in case you need to fire off a quick shot, and curate aggressively so the hard disk isn’t filled with dozens of RAW files that will never be opened.
Rules aren’t made to be broken, but sometimes good thing happen when we do.
If I could paint, this is the type of image I would paint. I particularly appreciate the limited palette of a foggy November morning. With the cacophony of October color past, November affords us the opportunity to concentrate on composition and form.
The penultimate month gets a bad rap as dead and ugly. It’s neither. It’s a time of preparation, readying the bed for the long winter’s nap. Nature is telling us to slow down, and be more reflective. Wal-Mart disagrees. Perhaps our issue isn’t with November, but with corporate America’s attempt to defy it.