She laughed as she looked up and realized I was ready to shoot with my lens cap still on…for the second time that night. I’m forgetful when changing lenses. It isn’t intentional. Shelby arrived at 7:30 with her friend Thursday night.
They looked at each other from time to time, made funny faces, laughed, and did silly dance moves.
Her friend reminded me very much of myself about 8 years ago. Unfortunately his name escaped me. He works in a sheet metal factory as I did. Grinding away day to day in oil filled press rooms. Cool guy. Shy at first but you can tell there’s an interesting story lying beneath the surface.
I’ve never met Shelby or her friend before and it’s likely our paths won’t cross again. It’s such an awesome feeling to be able to capture a sliver of someone’s life in an image.
I like to think the images are in my head long before they’re shot, in some form or another.
My camera is the Dr. Heathcliff Huxstable of my imagination. It delivers the images from my mind and exposes them to the world.
I become emotionally involved, in some way, with everyone who sits in front of my camera. It’s like opening a box to your childhood for an hour or so and then putting it away. You miss it when it’s gone
It’s like collecting seashells. Except the seashells are all the little parts of me that were lost somewhere along the way. I find them again when i look through the lens.
Avedon said “A portrait photographer depends upon another person to complete his picture. The subject imagined, which in a sense is me, must be discovered in someone else willing to take part in a fiction he cannot possibly know about.”
People have a perception of me that comes through in my pictures.
Every session feels like my best, then my worst, then lands somewhere in the middle…then my worst again.
Photography isn’t that important.
The camera has sent me around the US and Europe and to places i would have never seen otherwise. It’s sat me in front of people i would have no other chance to interact with.
I remember the first time i walked into Barnes & Noble, went to the news stand, and saw a picture i took on the cover of a magazine. i reached for my phone to take a picture.
Often times people like my least favorite photos.
My favorite images from a shoot are usually overlooked until the 2nd or 3rd round of editing.
I’ve had people tell me I’m not a real photographer. People have laughed at my work. People have purposely ignored my interests in fear of competition. After a while, these experiences don’t matter as much.
I’m not intimidated by people who have less experience and more talent than i do. I learn a lot from those people.
If i lost my eyesight i’d play the piano more.