Tuesday, October 04, 2005

fall back

It was a day of fiddle-faddle in the forest: Flash. Aperture. Setting. All were jiggled, joggled, and adjusted by my assistant (i.e. the actual photographer). And I still couldn't get what I was seeing into the camera.

There was a hell of a wind, too. Kicking up the grasses and my hair and straining at my clothes. Okay if you're shooting landscapes but not so good if you're shooting foliage in supermacro.

Is it too much to ask for a little motion blur? Is it?

In the end, I had to hold the branch just out of frame and hope that the branches I wasn't holding would move into frame. And, oddly, my favorite shot of the sequence was one taken before all the fiddle-faddle was stripped away and I returned to my normal mode.


Assiniboine Forest, Winnipeg, MB. October 2, 2005.

So this one was warmed up by the flash, which I sort of like, even if the piece of fluff to the rear of the pine-coney-thing (for lack of the correct terminology)REALLY BOTHERS ME.

What also bothers me is that my frustration at not being able to make the camera perform does not equal an increased interest in learning the tech and the science of cameras. I just want to make images from what I'm seeing...which feels perverse, because I don't approach writing that way. I know that in order to write I need to take creative writing courses and seminars, attend readings, read.

Which is also why I sometimes feel guilty about calling myself a photographer. Because I'm surrounded by professional photographers who take the classes, read the trade mags, follow the tech on-line, and shoot-the-photo-shit whenever they can.

Another aspect of photography (or at least the kind of photography that I do) that I'm not sure I understand yet is that it has started filling the time when I'm not writing much. I'll shoot nearly every day and find myself scheming visually: That. That other. This.

Well, enough kvetching. I suppose if I wasn't loitering at the edge of bogs with a camera, there'd be no-one documenting all the things that go squish and burp.

And I do enjoy it.

3 comments:

Brenda Schmidt said...

Oooooo! Love it!

Anonymous said...

Dearest Miss Gordon,

Of course you are a photographer. Just cause other people have more experience than you and read all kinds of photo mags (as if anyone actually *reads* photo mags -- haw, haw!!) doesn't mean you don't have a legitimate claim to the label. It just means you're newer to the business than them, and are often learning it in a different way (perhaps) than they did.

How many people did Canadian University Press instead of going to j-school? Can't someone just start writing, when the spirit takes them? Certainly I did.

You are a photographer, and (as far as my humble eyes can tell) really quite a good one. So shut up about that humility and self-deprecation shit. Take more photos!

Hee hee. ;-)

Ed

Polly said...

I'm late with this comment, but I for one really respect your photos as another means of expression for you. Those close-ups from your post just below are terrific. And you know I don't care about being Certified to do stuff...