Tuesday, July 29, 2014

More on The Edge

I tell my photographer friends that they need to learn to talk about their photographs. I’m not actually sure that they care to develop such a skill. Still, in an attempt to ‘set an example’ I try every once in a while to give it a go. Of course for me it is easy—I’ve been talking (read that as writing) about my photographs for a very long time. I also work in themes much of the time so it is stuff that I have thought about before.

There is a great deal of my photography that I don’t write about because it simply is not important enough to write about. Maybe someday it will develop into a theme and that will change. Most likely it will never be important. It is photography that I have done simply for the purpose of ‘taking a photograph.’ It has no deeper meaning than that.

But when I am working on one of my themes I am generally trying to create a photograph that says something to me. It would be nice if it said something to someone else but I really don’t worry about whether or not it does. These two photographs are on one of my frequently repeated themes—the edge. I have shot basically these same photographs on many previous occasions. That is one of me more interesting thing about working in themes—they are inexhaustible and the photographs for all their similarities are always different. Some are more successful than others. Some are complete failures. You learn more from the failures than the successes.
I have written about this theme several times before. I feel there is something that draws us to the edge where land and water come together.

Emerson wrote about it in Seashore, ”Behold the sea… the nourisher of kinds, Purger of earth, and medicine of men; Creating a sweet climate by my breath, Washing out harms and griefs from memory, And, in my mathematic ebb and flow, Giving a hint of that which changes not.”

Millay in I Shall Go Back Again to the Bleak Shore "...I shall find the sullen rocks and skies, Unchanged from what they were when I was young."
But my favorite still is what Keats wrote in When I Have Fears.. ” —then on the shore, Of the wide world I stand alone, and think, Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.”

I suppose the edge could be portrayed in a seascape but that does not interest me. Sure I occasionally shoot a seascape but I am much more interested in the details than the overall. What I want to find is design, balance and conflict in that very edge where the water crawls across the land. I want to see how the two interact. That, for me, is easier found in simply water, sand and something that causes the water to sculpt the sand as in these two photographs, both of which I feel are successful because of moment.

I shot ten photographs attempting to catch the water and the seafoam in a pleasing pattern, or moment. The small bit of seaweed is enough to confirm the location as being at the edge of a sea. Four of the photographs have what I consider adequate moment; six did not work at all. Of the four, these two were my favorites. I like both but think that the vertical is more exciting.

In some ways the photographs are about more than simply the edge of the sea and land. At least to me they strongly suggest some primordial place that many people, myself included, seem to connect with on a very subconscious level.
Head In Parking Only
On a lesser note, I came across this at lunch. Got a charge out of the Head In Parking Only sign at a barber shop and to find the red Corvette to finish off the photo made my day.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

The Day Alcy Tried to Starve Me

Alcy drove me to a doctor's appointment. We grabbed breakfast at Chick around 8:30am. Stuck around after the appointment to shoot a few pictures of the Co-Cathedral from the parking garage.

Decided to drive to Galveston but we didn't stay long. Stopped in Starbucks for a coffee and cookie then walked across the street to photograph in the alley behind Col. Bubbies (which regretfully is going out of business; one of my favorite places in Galveston) and then took the ferry over to Bolivar.

The line to get back on the ferry was a mile long so we decided to return to Houston by a different route. Drove over to High Island and then north. Stopped in the Anahuac Refuge, glimpsed a couple of gaters, saw a few birds but nothing very exciting. It was getting late so we drove down to Smith Point on Trinity Bay to see if there was anything there for a sunset--wasn't. But by then it was too late to go anywhere else so we did what we could. We were seventy miles of mostly country from Houston and that meant seventy miles from a restaurant and darn hungry--that Starbuck's cookie had worn off hours ago. Around ten we pulled into a Denny's. Then we sat there for two hours processing photos. A long, not very productive day, but interesting.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Saturday, Other Stuff





Boys and Water

Love and Buster (Buster is the horse)



It was a typically hot summer day so what better to do than chase Sophie around town. Decided to carry only the Lensbaby which in hindsight was good and bad. If I'd taken another lens I probably would have used it and I really need to get some use out of the Lensbaby.

Started out at Preservons la Creation, did a few stops where she sulked in the car and finally to Discovery Green, the Dubuffy, a new pair of shoes and Happy Hour at the MKT.