Learning to wait

Learning to wait is a struggle for everyone. It rarely exists in a young child, but as we mature we hopefully develop an increased ability to wait and be patience. Living most of my 74 years in a very small town, waiting was seldom a concern because dealing with crowds and traffic was never an issue. My little town didn’t have a traffic light, and waiting in line to buy something was a rare event. Now living my retirement years in a community with a high density population, I have to learn to deal with waiting and the frustration that comes with that. It is a certaiinty that humans have little capacity to wait. I see it in nearly every situation I am in when out in public. Rude people are people who have no capacity to wait, and sadly as the speed of our lives quicken there will be more rude people to deal with in our lives. So how does all this refer to photography and the process to create? As photographers the more we learn to wait and be patience the better our work will become. Unlike other artist, we have to wait on the light, the weather conditions, and the potential obstacles to get to the location of where we want to make an image. Looking through the many years of the images I have made in various locations I think about the time that was required to get to the location and then wait for the good light to hopefully appear. I sort of equate photography with fishing. You buy all the right equipment. get up early and head out with great expectations for the day, but more times than not you come home empty handed. No fish or no photographs. In my early years this use to frustrate me as a wasted day with nothing to show for it. But as the years passed I realized that the special images, the true keepers, was well worth the wait an effort. Just like fishing, you always remember that big fish you once caught, and when heading out, that is hope and goal. You learn over time that if you come home empty handed it is all part of the experience of pursuing your passion. I made this image in Newfoundland on Fogo Island. I rolled out of my warm comfortable bed on a cool morning and drove out in the early morning light only to find a dense fog at the location I wanted to photograph in. A bit discouraging, but I waited as the sun started to rise over the North Atlantic ocean and burned through the fog. The image I was hoping for was turned out better than expected and it is all because I was willing to wait at the location.

While traveling in Canada last summer around the North side of Lake Superior. I found some interesting hikes that took me along some streams flowing down off the nearby mountains. It was a cool and rainy month of August and the waterfalls were full of energy. On my hike I noticed from a distance a rock that appeared to look like a profile of a face on the side of wall. I stopped and took out my rectangle viewing card that I always carry with me, and determined I would need a 400 mm lens to get the subject framed correctly. I found a good spot for my tripod and a comfortable big rock to sit on, and took my time just enjoying the rushing sound of the water and the solitude of the location. The rock figure looks like an Indian Chief or an old fur trapper that lived in the area centuries ago. As I was sitting there after making my photograph a young boy and his Mother saw me and wondered what I was photographing. I pointed out the face I saw on the rock wall and I could tell they didn't see it. So I let them look at the view finder of my camera and they were both astonished that they would have missed this scene on their hike. It is always gratifying to come upon the unexpected when our hiking and having my camera gear with me.

Winter time and bare trees

I always enjoy photographing trees without leaves. To me a tree with just bare branches has more presence. Certaily tree with their fall corlors make for a beautiful photographs, but I find bare trees have more charactor and therefor a more interesting subject. I made this image during the winter months in Florida when the Bald Cypress trees loose their leaves.

Seeking quiet in a noisy world

 

We just returned from a road trip that took us nearly 6,500 miles of traveling backroads through parts of the U.S. and Canada.  We took our camper so we could spend several days in an area to explore around and learn some history of region.  Making a trip like this would usually require a lot of planning, but we decided to just drive and see where the road would takes us.  We met many fine people in our travels and received a lot of good tips on where we might want to go and what to see in those locations.  The most enjoyable times of our trip were spent in the quiet and open spaces.  For nearly a month while in Canada we had no internet, cell service, or TV, and soon realized how much our lives have become reliant on that technology.  When we returned to the States with being connected again we sort of felt like we gave up something to be back in the flow of digital information.  The freedom from noisy ads, news, and all the other stuff thrown at us each day was refreshing.  I realize few of us are going to be separated from the hustle of the busy world around us, but a roadtrip taking the backroads can give you a little break. 

Ebb and Flow

 I will be 74 years old next month.  My interest in photography started in high school when my small school built a darkroom and started a photography class.  In the first year the class was offered there were only two of us who were in the class.  I remember clearly the first time I watched a plain piece of white paper turn into a photograph in front of my eyes in the darkroom.  It was a magical life changing event for me.  I instantly connected with the process and the possibilities photography held for self expression.  So here I am 60 years later still pursuing the photographic process. During those years the equipment and process has changed numerous times requiring a re-education to stay current with the process. The changes always had a period of ebb and flow to the creative aspect of photography. New techniques and to be learned and equipment exchanged. It is more costly and time consuming in the electronic world of photography with hardware updates and digital procedures constantly changing. I still have the desire to create and explore with photography but miss the process that I fell in love with in the darkroom.  The AI technology that will soon be unleashed on the world will probably spell the end of the creative process of the individual and will usher in the the computer generated art that has very little heart and soul. 

Fogo Island

 It was a foggy morning as I searched around Fogo Island in Newfoundland for a pleasing scene to photograph.  I came upon these three boats and at first I kind of dismissed them for making a pleasing image.  Mainly because there were so many other interesting structures with boats around area that held my attention.  That was four years ago and recently I was going through some files of that trip and came across this image.  I was intrigued by the simple quiet composition and could see potential in the image.  It is strange, but I usually find these lost and forgotten images during a period of sleeplessness in the middle of the night and immediately start working on them with enthusiasm.  The stillness in the scene represents the stillness of the night and completes the creative cycle. 

Style

 We all develop our own style in photography if we stay with it long enough.  We first start out trying to mimic other photographers whose work we admire. There is nothing wrong with this but at some point we need stop trying to reproduce another photographers work and create our own look.  It starts with an awareness of things that we are drawn to and putting together a body of work that represents our emotional response to what we see. There is nothing mystical or magical about the process.  It is simple seeing and putting your inner person into play. We all have jobs and commitments we have to deal with everyday, But deep within all of us is a hidden person that can create and present something that has meaning to us. The source of this creativity ebbs and flows with intensity and sometimes is not present at all.  It is not that is is not there, but because we have stopped seeing and listening to the things inside of us and take on other duties of the day,  Somedays I walk though the day and look for nothing. My eyes are shut because of negative news and other outside forces that occupy my mind.  Then for no particular reason I wake up and find everything has the potential of creating an interesting image and my mind is flooded with wonderful ideas.  I guess this is a normal and healthy way that the creative minds works.  The down times are frustrating but are periods of rest before a rush of new creative energy comes flooding in. Often my moods follow the same path as my creative and non creative periods.  The above image was made in Mexico of some banners hanging in a small church, 

A mule in front of a mural

 I was traveling around in the wonderful state of Nevada recently and came across this scene of a mule standing in a gravel parking lot in front of a large mural painted on a building.  I did my usual photographer's u-turn in my vehicle and went back to take a photograph.  The mural itself was an interesting subject but the mule added the element the photograph needed.  These mules were orginally left by the miners in the 1800's and their offspring roan free in the area.  After I made my photograph he came over for a hand out, so I gave him a few pretzels I had with me.  These types of images occur spontaneously and it is fun when they happen. 

Transition

Transition is the change from one state to another.  I prefer to photograph when the day is transitioning to night.  The last few minutes of daylight provides a soft glow on the subject and eliminates the harsh shadows caused by the midday sun.  During this time the winds cease and a quietness falls on the land.  In the stillness you become aware of the the changes in nature as the birds fly overhead to roost for the night while the bats come out of their resting place.  When alone in the wildness locations I feel the eeriness of the approaching night as a coyote yelps at the rising moon.  I stay at the location as long a possible before the darkness over takes me and I need to make the trek back to my vehicle or campsite.  These are special times and some of the most rewarding in making photographs and to experience the transition of the day into the night.  The above photograph was made in Nevada. I visited the location during the day to scout around for an evening photo session.  I am always amazed how different things look when I return after the sunsets. 

"This image does nothing for me" was the reply - Recognition

    Visual artists are always in the pursuit of discovery and seeing the ordinary in a new way.  How we present our vision or interpretation of a subject to viewer has changed considerably in recent years.  Recognition for a visual artist is essential. How their work is received by the viewing public can impact the direction their work takes, but should it?  I have had a photographer friend for a number of years that I have shared new images with. We both have sent each other images over the years and try to give an honest critique.  I sent him this image recently and the only reply was " This image does nothing for me".  A bit harsh with no explanation.  This got me to thinking how important recognition is for a visual artist and how their work is displayed and viewed.  Back when I was a darkroom photographer I presented my work in the environment of galleries and museums.  There would be an opening night with a gala event.  It was a time to meet and talk with the patrons and visitors, and to gain some feedback about my work.  The direct contact and interaction with the viewers at these events was a meaningful source of recognition.  I rarely do these types of shows today. The galleries and museums have become less of a source in which to view artwork.  Today we work through social media displaying our work to the world on small cellphone screens. We may reach a larger audience but the recognition is superficial without the direct contact with the viewer.  Instagram and other platforms do not provide a space for true art appreciation. Chasing the likes and comments on these sites can have a negative influence on your work if you focus too much in that area. Social media may be a good place to share some recent images of a project, but it can never represent a body of work as when viewed in the setting of distinguished gallery.

My thoughts of the above image are that I like the mysterious environment I was in when making the photograph.  Sometimes we are more inspired by the setting we were in than the image we make of it.  There are things in this image that are distracting but other parts that represents the mysterious feel of the location.  I had a direct connection to the scene where my friend ( the viewer ) in his critique did not.

It is hard to take your own advice

I have been writing in this blog for a number of years. It has never received much attention as initially desired.  I question why I take the time to write things down and post it with one of my photographic images. Possibly I am writing to myself to express the things stirring in my life or to resovle some current issue. At the start I was hoping to inspire other creative people to engage in a dialog about things of mutual interest.  Sadly few comments were ever received but that has never been a real concern for me.  Occasionally I will read a few of my older post to look back on my creative ambitions and my thoughts at the time.  I find myself taking my own advice which is sometimes hard to do. We all have a weakness with staying committed to a purpose. If you write your thoughts down and revisit them years later you can determine how committed you were to your beliefs at the time. Taking your own advice can be hard. 

I made this image yesterday while out in the swamps here in Florida. I love the cypress tree and it's intriguing root system. I often find myself resting under the shade of the trees during the mid day heat.  The song of the Mockingbird over my head and the cry of the osprey circling high above is the music in nature. 

Wondering

  I am at a crossroads with my photography.  I have spent most of my life pursuing my passion.  I am now in my 70's and realize I have a huge inventory of fine arts prints.  I devoted forty years of working in the darkroom making exhibition prints ready for display in galleries.  As the years passed by I managed to make a thousand prints all archival processed and mounted. I had little awareness of the inventory I was creating because my drive to explore and photograph was insatiable.  As photography turned to digital I continue to produce new work and make more prints.  Recently I made an assessment of my inventory and decided to eliminate about half of all the images I have created so far in my lifetime.  Something that would have been unthinkable a few years ago now made sense.  I have found that you reach an age where you can see the end and with that realization you start to think differently.  Most of life is lived with the expectation of the future and mentally you are painting a picture in your mind of what that will look like.  Photography opened a world up to me that wouldn't have been there if I never picked up a camera in my youth.  Because of the camera I have traveled to destination I never would have gone. I have met people and made lifelong friends because of photography.  Photography also comes with the burden of long dry spells of the lack of feeling inspired, but still the desire is there to create that new image.

Finding a way

 It is somewhat disturbing reading all the news of late. It seems everyone is pitted against each other. There is very little harmony in the world or the country we live in.  Mankind has always fought each other since the beginning of time, and today is no different, even if we live in a more advanced culture of technology.  America is in a state of decline and it saddens me.  We have been a light of freedom to the world and many seek what we have taken for granted everyday day of our lives.  I am in my seventies and never have gone hungry a single day in my life.  That is a blessing many of us fail to recognize because we grew up with sense of security living in a free and vibrant country.  Now we face the prospects of a new culture in America.  It is one that limits free speech and seeks to destroy the foundation of our nation. America's strength came from being the melting pot of the world with the mass immigration of the early nineteen hudreds. People came here from every corner of the world and brought with them their traditions and skills of their home land.  We quickly advanced as a country because of the mix of diverse cultures and the desire of people to pursue their dreams.  We are a democracy with a representative government providing a voice for all concerned citizens to express their views.  When you consider America being a mix of many culture and compare it to an Autocracy style of government with one ethnic group, you have to marvel at how we channeled our strengths to create this great country with abundance of personal freedoms.  Big government with central rule has never been the friend of freedom. Sorry for the political nature of this post but it seems we can't hide from the overwhelming negative atmosphere in our world and our county. " Look up and lift your heads, because your redemption draws near" Luke21:28

Quiet Days

 The past couple of years have been lived in quiet solitude.  Hiding away and spending time in nature and just observing.  Too many days have passed by with a feeling of half holding my breath out of fear, life seems different now.  The mind and spirit of a person can be altered when bombarded with negative news and a sense that nothing is of value, and that all is being lost.  Viruses, wars, racial tensions, cancel culture. gender identity, and a mix of other things that we have forced on us.  I truly believe most people are good and just and are just trying to find their way thought life like everyone else.  The world is never going to be a perfect place nor are the people living in it. 

MATTHEW 7:1-5 (NRSV) 

Do not judge, so that you may not be judged. For with the judgment you make you will be judged, and the measure you give will be the measure you get. Why do you see the speck in your neighbor’s eye, but do not notice the log in your own eye? Or how can you say to your neighbor, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ while the log is in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your neighbor’s eye.

Mystic Waters

 Winter time can offer some new compostitions with the cypress trees.  I prefer photographing when the trees are bare because in my opinion it gives the trees more character.  The Bald Cypress is the only tree that completely loses it leaves for the entire winter.  Most other trees will drop their leaves as they are growing new ones.  I have made a lot of images of Cypress trees over the years and it seems there are always  new and interesting images to make with them as my subject.  Winter is also the time the Osprey start to construct their nest for mating season and in the early spring the tress are alive with the activity of the birds gathering food and feeding their young. 

Bit Dean

 I am going through some of my old people pictures and sorting them out. I have created hundreds of images of people I have come across in my years of photography.  I am basically a landscape photographer but I always enjoy the challenge of photographing people I meet in my travels. I am amazed with the friendly bond that is created with the individuals I come in contact with. Most of them are true characters with an independent quality about them. My people pictures are some of the most rewarding images I can make. It is a bit awkward to approach a complete stranger and ask to photograph them. Honestly I can't think of a time that I have been turned down with my request. I usually strike up a conversation and get to know them a little bit before asking to take their picture.  I usually get their address and send them a completed photograph few weeks later. Many of the people I have photographed over the years have certainly pasted on and I hope some of the pictures are still around with a family member. 

The Grottos

I traveled through Colorado last fall and stopped by an area that I had photographed at thirty years ago.  It is just off of the continental divide when going over Independence Pass.  The Grottos trail with the ice caves are located in the White River National Forest.  I am always amazed when I return to an area that I had previously photographed, and realize how different it really looks as to what I remembered it to be.  On my first trip many years ago I hiked down into this area with a heavy large format camera and a sturdy tripod.  This time I was equipped with a lighter digital camera and tripod, but found the climb out much more strenuous than on the first visit.  The area around the ice caves has some great hiking trails that take you to some wonderful waterfalls.  When I first visited this location in 1990 there no people in the area when I was photographing.  On this trip I couldn't find a place to park and decided to come back at a later time to have more quiet space to hike around and relive some old memories of a special place.

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In the Morning

                                             "In the morning when the moon is at it's rest
                                              You will find me at the time I love the best
                                              Watching rainbows play of sunlight
                                              Pools of water iced from cold nights"

                                                                              The Bee Gees

                                                           https://youtu.be/i8dMlfDtEe8

I was out early morning in my kayak on the last day of the 2018 year.  I always enjoy the transition form night to daylight.  Nature is quiet and just coming to life.  The stillness clears the mind and refreshes. 

Terlingua Cemetery

This image is from a series I have been working on with nighttime photography.  This image is comprised of two images blended together in Photoshop.  With the first image I use a light painting technique to light the crosses and grave sites.  This exposure was around five minutes giving me enough time to navigate around with my flashlight and paint in the areas of the scene I wanted lit.  It was a full moon night and the stars were not visible.  I made a separate night sky exposure of just the open sky on a later date when the sky had plenty of stars.  The first exposure on the full moon night gave plenty of detailed to the distance mountains, giving depth to the image.  Making these kind of images takes some planning.  I usually scout out the location in the daytime to plan my composition and lighting for when I am there in the dark.  Once I am at the location at night I first make a test exposure at a high ISO to see the composition and make any adjustments that are needed.  I use a Sony mirrorless camera and with the live view and manual focus features, it makes determining my focus point fairly easy.  Night photography can be fun with some proper planning and being carful when moving around in the dark.  If you have any questions about this technique contact me and I will try to answer your questions. 

Father and Son

I made this image back in 2009 in central Mexico.  I was a film photographer at the time but had just purchased a small point and shoot digital camera.  We were in a rural mountain town wondering around and I found my way into an old church in the center of town.  In the back of the church there were people that lived in a small room that apparently had no home.  I spend some time there and made a few images but the people were quiet and subdued.  Just for a few moments I was in their daily world and felt the struggle of their existence.  Whenever I start to feel self pity and grumble I look back at some of these images and realized how blessed my life has been.  The human condition varies  all over the world and sometimes it is easy to forget that most of the world lives with far less than myself.  Being grateful for what you have should begin with the start of every new day.