Skip to main content

Procrastinating - best done with a camera to hand

A couple from yesterday taken with the X-Pro2 as jpegs, I've still not got round to sorting out a raw workflow for this camera in part because the jpegs are so good SOOC, but also because the point of the camera as I see it, in this instance, is to get out of the way and if I can reduce workflow as part of that process then this is all to the good. 

Gina and Graham, members of the Victorian Society, outside our kitchen window in Wales (no, honestly). The camera he has with him is a replica of something from the latter half of the 19th Century, though he told me he stuffs a modern digital camera into some of the other bodies he has. 

Welshpool, Saturday morning. Could this be better? Let me count the ways. But never mind, it isn't bad for ten minutes in town prior to cutting the grass. It's metaphorical, see? End of life, exit stage left, the abstraction of the choices of direction we have in life. Also interesting to compare this man's life - the lurid dog bag, the stick, the bad trousers - with the lives of Gina and Graham: I'd guess in both photos the ages of the subjects is about the same but what a difference a passion makes... David Hockney is good on this: 

"You can smoke, you can drink, you do all kinds of things, but you need a sense of purpose: you need  a big job to do. I get so much energy from this. The medical profession thinks everything is physical, that's my complaint to them. It isn't really." 
(from "A Bigger Message" by Martin Gayford - there's plenty more good stuff where this comes from and the book is well worth buying or getting from your library).

What else? Well, I look at people who have a newly acquired passion for photography, or rather I look at the pictures they post, and I envy them. I think I've lost something along the way - the ability, or the desire, to simply take pictures of scenes I like, or that are of interest to me, in a manner that doesn't involve messing with them in some way. I wonder, at the moment, if I have ever had an eye for a photograph at all. Sometimes I think I have, but then days like today come along and I long to lose my striving and instead just take pictures of what is in front of me, unfiltered, no ducking and diving for composition or light or whatever but turn the camera on, press the shutter button and move on.

But anyway, onwards. Those wedding photographs won't edit themselves.


Popular posts from this blog

Photography as Art

Having spent Friday night in prison in Oxford I wanted to recuperate a little yesterday and so took the time to visit the Ansel Adams exhibition at Oxford's modern art museum. Now, back when I were a nipper during my phirst phase of photographic interest, between the ages of about 18 and 25 (before the Exeter sojourn and the heavy-duty clubbing period thereafter), I remember I loved his work. However, since then, sadly, a more cynical Patrick held sway for a while (cynicism, for a long while, being my idea of sophistication) and I rather went off his pictures, or at least, the idea of his pictures. It seemed to me that everyone who had even the remotest interest in photography cited Adams as a key influence and criticism of him appeared off-limits. During this time I wasn't even sure that photography was an art, and that Adams couldn't be as good as I'd thought because he earned near universal praise for his work (I know, strange distorted thinking, but that's how …

Sia Sumana opening night, We Are Cuts, Soho

Waltercio Caldas

Portrait taken at Cecilia Brunson Project, Bermondsey.

From Wikipedia:

Waltércio Caldas Júnior (born 6 November 1946), also known as Waltércio Caldas, is a Brazilian sculptor, designer, and graphic artist. Caldas is best known as part of Brazil's Neo-Concretism movement as well as for his eclectic choices in materials.