Trying to be artistic with every shot you take is a tiring endeavour. Since you are always your own worst critic, it becomes tiring to the point of giving up photography altogether . So from time to time you have to let go of that artistic push and decide to go with the flow.
Being in a big moving crowd always helps to go with that flow. Going against it is at your own risk . While I was in New York, I tried to accommodate the artistic streak; often enough, all what came out was a snapshot.
How many times do we not think this? I wish I could get away for the weekend, just to unwind, relax. No more computer, no internet, hell, no connection to anything. Does that sound familiar? Sure it does! Just as much as the nearly just as many times that we find the weekend is gone even before it started.
We make plans, then make better plans, then find out that other plans were made without our knowledge and those plans prevail, usually. I’m not going to blame anyone here, though. We can all relate to this, right?
I have been shooting birds for a while now. Mostly looking into trees, peering into trees is more accurate, trying to find that rare blob of feathers that would amaze the world. That hasn’t happened just yet. However, I did notice that gazing into the trees and into the air made me miss a few photo opportunities of a colourful nature.
Mushrooms are the rage of the moment, they only show up for a few days, only to disappear into nothing. Until the next year or even a few years later if the circumstances are not right.
The colours of fall… Some of us are dreading this phrase. They are afraid of it during all summer. And yet, the phrase will become truth before you even realise it’s time. For many, Fall means the end of the summer, the end of fun, the end of the good days. For me, it’s like a re-birth. Not only because I was born myself in Fall, no, simply because it’s a fresh part of the year, full of the fruits of Summer’s labour.
We have worked hard all summer to get the harvest we so “desperately” need. At least that was in the old times. Nowadays, we can get all the food we want, whenever we want. No more slowing down in Fall and winter. It all becomes one big soup.
An event that caused fear and apprehension in ancient cultures. The Sun is going to leave the sky for longer than the daytime would last. Today it means that Fall (or Autumn) is starting. Some countries start Fall on the first of September, but that has no astronomical significance. Fall creates colour where there used to be only green, fall is the end of life, the harbinger of the coming winter.
Fall is also the time not so long ago we started feasting on the product of the harvest, the newly created sausages and hams, the newly harvested grain and fruits. Some people love the fall, some people hate it.
We all want to believe. Believe in the forecast that tonight there is going to be a great light show. While I never have given the phenomenon a second thought while I was in Europe, here in Canada I seem to have become addicted to it.
Those strange green lights in the sky, seemingly created from nothing; dancing without wind and completely silent.
After having taken tens of thousands of pictures, everyone starts to feel comfortable with what they are shooting. And they will shoot it again and again. Some will get even better and rise above the rest. Others? Well, let’s say they become (vague) history. So here I am, feeling comfortable shooting my birds and my landscapes and in comes a challenge from the Manitoba Foto Friends.
“Go downtown and shoot with 50mm only. Fixed, please, or put a piece of duct-tape on your zoom lens.” The closest I could get without the duct tape was a 60mm. So with a few more photographers I accepted the challenge.
The period of hectic activity has ended. At least for now. Its demise gave me some time to go to a park. Kilcona park is one of those parks that few people in the rest of Winnipeg ever visit. That is a shame. There are two sections in this huge park: one for the dogs where they can run free and one, more civilised part, where people can run free.
When you drive over Lagimodiere boulevard, the park doesn’t look like much. That is probably why many people never consider going there. When you do turn into the pretty small parking lot, you’ll find that the park is way bigger than you could see from the road.