Sometimes I’ll think, “I’m going to sit down and write a poem right now…” with no plan in mind. In this instance I thought, “I’m going to look around this room and find something interesting to photograph.” This wall caught my fancy.
Who ever needs that? And more?
Came up in my f-book memories from a decade ago and continues to be head-shaking laughable.
This is one of the first times I recall trying to compose a photograph with intention. Shot it with a hybrid smart/flip phone that featured a full keypad.
Years removed, looking at this picture, for me it’s not about how crisp or precise the image is or isn’t. It’s about having stopped with the decision to attempt to take an intriguing or entertaining photograph. Taking the time to practice, regardless of however inefficient it might be for the rest of the world – our coworkers and friends and family members – to slow time to take a photograph.
At the time I was selling Christmas trees in Florida. My employer waited a minute or two for…
“Hold on – we’ll be there in a minute…Eddie’s taking one of his pictures. Of a bad cock. Yeah, a BAD COCK! Two bad cocks! And MORE!”
Always stop to take the picture/write the poem/phrase of what captures your attention/ire/amazement/laughter.
And granting the people in your company the luxury to do so is a grand form of patronage.
Lately I’ve been taking walks and bike rides around my fair city of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Taking a walk is quite useful for noticing interesting compositions for photographs. Biking can be a little fast for observation, but works sometimes too. I think it was Thoreau who extolled the virtues of sauntering around with a half-focused demeanor of observation in search of wonder.
Here’s a window into what I’ve seen lately, taken generally with my phone and not a more earnest camera. I consider them sketches. These are all on Instagram for simplicity, feel free to follow me there.
It’s my last semester at college and I’m celebrating having my required classes complete with some fun ones. These are from the intro photography class I’m taking. The entire class is old school film darkroom style.
These prints are from a “take a roll of pictures on your block” assignment. Being in a darkroom forces me to stop and wait. Initially that was stressful, the doing nothing but waiting for chemistry to happen.
But I’m beginning to like the waiting moments, the titillation of wondering what image will appear in the tray, how it will need to be tweaked. There’s fine tuning, not just immediate cause and effect. A process. Having to give over to the idea that it’s a discovery and there’s no way around being along for the ride.
I took this picture last week while canoeing the Milwaukee River. I’m pretty happy with how it turned out, and Dear MKE also chose to feature it. Get out on the water and enjoy your waterways!
Went to go swimming at the #Milwaukee county pool on 82nd and Good Hope and – what’s with this forest over here in the middle of the city? Went for a nice little hike; even startled an American Woodcock, which are great fun because they always startle back.
I ended up on WUWM’s Bubbler Talk asking a question about the history of Milwaukee’s Bridge Wars. I’m not sure why my throat sounds like it’s being massaged by a belt sander – I swear I’m fine. Go here to listen to some fun and interesting Milwaukee history.
Here is an article I wrote about Flint Michigan, and how it has affected a couple of its residents. Also are a handful of photos of the city, such as the one below. Go here to read: