There. A light. I'm done.
Aw, what the heck...I'll be running late whether I stop now or post a couple more. One of these days life will slow down a little. Either that or I'll go back to work which seems in retrospect to be so much easier and lazier than retirement.
Moon light - I think I've posted this before
Playing with light
Uncle Thomas and the Light Saber
Light. I may have mentioned this before, but then again, after three years of blogging, I have probably told every possible story left in my memory cells. But after shooting with a Brownie, my grandfather gave me my first adjustable camera for Christmas...
...and sometime after that, I remember a conversation with him that completely confused me for a long time. I was telling him what I liked to shoot and he said, "You know that you only shoot one thing -- light. Light is the only thing you ever shoot." He was an artist and often said things about color, light, composition that only made sense to me years later.
Hi-key hallway where I used to work
Self-portrait on couch beside lamp reflected in TV
Corn from 1970 when I took better pictures
Deck of the Queen Mary in California
One of the things I've been thinking about -- probably worth a blog in the future -- is that I have discovered a prejudice against certain kinds of light. I'm not sure how I got this way but I'ved grown to believe that the low angle light of dawn and dusk is better than other light. It is superior light. All other light -- misty light, cloudy light, direct overhead flat light -- all that other light should be forced to sit at the back of the bus.
I suppose that like most prejudices, my prejudice against those inferior types of light is probably based on the fact that I haven't taken the time to get to know them.
Something to work on...