I remember going through these photos the night after I took them… It was back in August of last year and Lani & I had just met at a photographer gathering. We decided to go shoot at the abandoned grocery store by her house and it wasn’t going so hot. I would take a photo, look down at the screen and every time get more and more angry. Everything I was shooting lately felt out of focus or just didn’t sit well with me which was killing me because Lani was doing a good job modeling.
I ended up going on a 4 month stretch after that where I barely shot anything. I shot a few rolls of film here and there, but there was no rhyme or reason to it and I definitely wasn’t feeling the fire like I had when I started photography.
Looking back on it, I realize it was a good thing. During my time away I narrowed my focus and figure out what my craft really means to me. I realized I was trying really hard to take photos that looked like everyone else’s photos and I was so focused on becoming the people I look up to that it wasn’t fun anymore.
It’s the people that make photography really fun. Spending time with people who don’t mind me pointing a camera at them all the time, going places I probably won’t go on my own, and capturing this world through my point of view.
So here.. have a goofy photo of Lani! Enjoy the people in your life and the things around you!
I feel like my face always looks tired, dirty and old, but that’s not what I want to talk about. I took some photos of myself the other day and I realized how much I actually hate taking photos of myself. I love interacting with my subjects. Laughing about the strange things I have them do, tripping over things and being able to just talk and relax.
The last shoot I did we spent 3.5 hours together and probably only shot for an hour. It was one of the best times I’ve had taking pictures. It was great!
I guess it just boils down to I don’t like being alone.
One of the photographers I follow writes up little captions for his photos on flickr and I kind of like it so I figured I’d give it a whirl.
This is, by far, the best camera I’ve set my calloused hands on and I don’t even own it. It was lent to me by a friend who bought it in the 80s when it first came out. It was the camera bands would take on the road with them because it was virtually indestructible.
It is literally like a rock. I could be shooting, chuck it across the room, go pick it, and keep shooting without skipping a beat.
Anywho, I am so glad it landed in my hands. I’m excited because I might be going to NYC in May and I want nothing more than to capture the city that never sleeps on something of true beauty.