A grab shot with the Fuji 1oox s that turned out well.
I also own an Olympus EM 1 which is an extremely good camera in its own right, but I just don’t use it very much. The Oly focuses much faster than the Fuji and has a lot of good lenses to use for various subjects but the damn Fuji is just so much FUN to use that I keep coming back to it again and again. I’ll keep the EM 1 for special projects but I’ll carry the Fuji every day.
This one isn’t up against any wall. It’s in the middle of a wide open field where some children have built a clubhouse nearby out of 4 aluminium hoops and a big piece of lightweight plastic drop cloth. The clubhouse is falling down and the ladder serves no purpose. Neither tool, nor toy, nor even metaphor.
Maybe it was important to someone once. Now it just stands quietly in the tall grass as the harsh sun makes it bright against its dark green background.
It’s probably lonely and I think it likes to have its picture taken.
Maine has had a lousy winter and a spring that is almost as bad. However, when this kind of extreme weather happens there always seems to be some plant or other that gets a boost from the hardship most other plants had to struggle to endure. This year it is the forsythia that is very very happy. Driving along a side road in Rockport today I came across this hedge of luxuriant startling yellow and took a picture of it.
While working hurriedly in the rain I barely noticed the drain grate and its attendant yellow marking stripes until after I had uploaded the photograph to Lightroom. Those small geometric matching color forms, falling as they did in the lower right corner of the picture frame, provided a very helpful and unexpected visual anchor to the composition.
Sometimes a photographer just gets lucky.
As a camera junkie, I’m as interested as the next fellow (maybe more) in the latest and greatest piece of gear. However, there comes a time when it’s time to pull the needle out of my arm and admit that another piece of expensive gear is not really going to help me all that much.
The above is a case in point. This nice lady is obviously a fanatic bird watcher/photographer and god knows she has herself the biggest lens bazooka known to man for pursuing her hobby. But what you don’t know by looking at this photograph, is that she is exactly 10 feet off the paved parking lot and unlikely to go too much further because carrying that murderously heavy rig is going to be really difficult. She’s looking at a bunch of red-wing blackbirds that are probably too close to her monster lens to even be in focus.
When I saw this, I saw myself, always on the lookout for the next great camera that will really not help me take better photos. Better to make better use of what I’ve already got.
I wonder if I can stick to that resolution. How are you doing with your gear lust?
The menace of the black and white image and the opulent green of the colored one bookend nicely my feelings about the grove.
I have implied in earlier posts that I am increasingly interested in creating black and white photographs. However here is an example of what a pinpoint of color can do.
As we were walking our usual 2 mile loop around Shollenberger Park yesterday, Sarah pointed out a small red soccer ball that had floated up onto the marsh bordering our path. One tiny dot of red sitting in the middle of a murky sea of grass and driftwood.
The image would be totally uninteresting without that speck of red. (It’s not that terrific even with it but the power of color in the right place is certainly brought home.)
And expanding this point a bit, a quick smile or a pat on the back from a friend can be just the tiny bit of “color” we all need to brighten our day.