It seems like just one post ago I was supposedly relearning that I will only get so many magic hours (dawn & dusk light) in my life, but just this afternoon I sat at my desk, trying to decide whether to haul a camera into the backyard or take off my shoes and lounge about the house. Continue reading
As regular readers know, I’m not the sharpest lens in the bag. One of the reasons I maintain this blog is to record lessons for myself – despite the fact that, in the words of Elvis Costello, “I talk to myself but I don’t listen.”
So, several of these lessons are things we all already know. In fact, most have been featured on this blog before. Still… Continue reading
In future posts I’ll share photos and lessons learned – and missed – during this trip. In the meantime, here’s a slideshow.
I’m not sure what happened to March, but I’ve got big plans for April.
As I’ve mentioned many times, I’m trying to become a more ruthless editor. I got many well exposed, sharp images of bees in my backyard last week, but this one stood out as my favorite. I shared some of the others on Facebook, but I should not have done so. Others have said it: if you only show your best work, people come to believe you are a good photographer. So do you, and so you do. This will be my new editing mantra: There can be only one.
My father died on January 26. He had been on hospice care for almost two years, so as my wife put it, “It wasn’t a surprise, but still managed to be a shock.”
Everyone grieves differently, and to most, I do not appear to grieve at all. My knee-jerk response to most forms of stress is to get busy. Contact the authorities; review the paperwork; take care of business. Sorrow has to sneak up and jump me unaware. As it happens, sorrow is quite the ninja warrior. I was collecting photographs for the slideshow embedded below, and the thought hit me: I will never photograph my father again. That did it. A good long cry. And the pleasant realization that in most photos of my father, he is laughing.
A special thanks to friend Myrna Cambianica, who encouraged me to keep shooting, through thick and thin. Thanks to these photos, I can grieve with a smile on my face. http://youtu.be/9z–2Bo511E
A reputable blogger has referred to Nikon’s D610 as “the camera nobody wants.” That description carries a bit of a sting for those of us that own the camera, but I understand. The D610 was hurriedly released as a PR fix after the D600 debacle (many D600s came with a defective shutter mechanism that threw oil onto the sensor, and Nikon was slow and clumsy in addressing this). A few months after I bought my D610, Nikon released the D750, which costs a bit more but includes a better focusing system and built-in wi-fi. These are things I want, but I am not earning enough money from photography to buy and sell cameras willy-nilly, so I am sticking (stuck?) with my D610 for at least another year or two. Besides, the resale value of the D610 has dropped like a rock. Continue reading