Posted on September 23, 2010
I had a beach session tonight that we had to reschedule because the little girl’s Mom had a migraine.
(Boy, do I sympathize. Evil, terrorizing afflictions. I get lots of different types of headaches, but migraines are the only ones that make me seriously consider taking a consciousness-killing anvil to my head, Wile E. Coyote-style, to score a brief break from the pain.)
But, see, my camera battery was all charged up, and I wanted to *shoot*.
I had to make do with my back yard and 17 month old daughter, who spends most of her time running from the camera or attempting to snack on it.
I love that nifty depth-of-field that disguises the sad truth, that you could hide a rusty Buick in the length of our back yard grass. Luckily, about 5 minutes after I snapped this pic, a neighborhood teenager/lawn care entrepreneur showed up to remedy the situation.
And big brother ran up to show me his bounty. I promise it was already dead when he found it. Please don’t call PETA on us.
Posted on September 17, 2010
Monday night, I heard Tim Zielenbach speak at the Charleston Center for Photography. He does weddings and families now– beautifully and honestly, as the stories unfold. He used to be an international photojournalist, and-just WOW-check out his work in Africa on his blog.
I can’t even begin to explain his international work in a few tidy words.
It’s not to be missed.
It’s crazy to me, that this award-winning, life-changing, legendary, incredibly *seeing* person lives right down the coast from me and I’ve never heard of him. It doesn’t seem possible. Yet it happens all the time. The guy down the street and the lady ahead in the grocery store line and the 19 year old kid serving us dinner on date night-they have immense talents and stories and we just don’t know.
We don’t see.
In the sage words of Ferris Bueller, “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
Posted on September 10, 2010
The technical flaws abound in this pic, but it’s not about good photography.
It’s about the fact that I live in the funny farm, where people fashion scarves out of soccer socks they found in the dirty clothes hamper.
Hee hee, ha ha, ho ho.