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The Camera
 
 
 
This is the camera. This  was THE camera when I got into photography. I wanted this camera.
 
1984. I was at Fort Gordon, GA teaching photography at the Arts and Craft Center. I was shooting for the base newspaper ... I was "a photographer".  One of the soliders had this camera ... It was the top Nikon camera on the market. I dreamed ...
 
I was also working at N&W Camera in Augusta, GA. They did not sell Nikon gear ... I bought Minolta equipment with my employee discount. That simple. But I wanted the Nikon F3.
 
Metal. Rugged. The flagship camera for most photojournalist at that time. The camera ... the motordrive ... Oh, it was nice.
 
And expensive.
 
Not any more. Fast forward 25 plus years, and I now have my "dream" camera. Took awhile, but I finally have the camera that started it all for me all those years ago.
 
That is what happens when I have a week off from school and college at Christmas and am not out in the field shooting.
 
Yes, I got on the internet and went "dreaming" at Adorama. If you know me, you know I like to dream ... and cameras ... and Adorama! I wasn't really thinking of buying anything ...
 
I just like cameras.
 
In fact, as I sit here at my computer in my living room typing this I can count ... let's see ... 28 cameras. No ... my cell phone has a camera (I've used it once). Make that 29.
 
Pieces of art. Well, one of them is the Nikon D90 (one of four) that I actually shot the above F3 picture with (also in the living room) ... the rest are just on display.
 
My art collection.
 
Ah, and that is just what I can see at the moment. The rest are upstairs ... Oh, say another 25 or 26 ... I have lots of cameras.
 
I collect cameras.
 
Russian cameras, box cameras, folding cameras, Kodak (going out of business?) cameras, Polaroid cameras (Two of the classic SX-70), toy cameras, old digital cameras, even an old movie camera or two.
 
Yes, some of them might even work ... but I don't use them as cameras ... I have six digital cameras that I actually work with.
 
Remember, the rest are just ... ART. I just like cameras. And photography gear. I have old film cans (from WWII), meters, filters,  you name it ... even a little ceramic camera teapot in the kitchen ...
 
To tell you the truth, I haven't bought a used camera in a long time. I used to hunt them down at yard sales and flea markets. Not any more ... No, I slowed down.
 
But ... my college students have given me cameras over the past, what?, sixteen years. Now that I love ... True, most of them are broken and no longer work, but, that is perfect. I don't need them to work. They look good. They feed my passion. For that, I am truly thankful.
 
One former student - and now my best friend - gave me several old cameras that her grandfather collected over the years ... Wow. They make up a major part of the collection. That was big. We are talking WWII era cameras ... 6 or 8 of them, I can't remember. Awesome. 
 
One, my favorite, is a big 'ol black Kodak 4"x5" box looking thing with a folding lens on the front and a big hooded piece on top where you look down into the camera ... my "main" piece of the whole collection. Real nice.
 
One of Nikon's first digital camera is upstairs ... funny looking folding thing that you can twist around to shoot at different angles. Another student. Another friend.
 
Just last semester a student up in Boone gave me an old Kodak 110 Instamatic ... Ahh, little did he know ... like that was my very first camera!
 
Ever. 
 
My mom gave me one in 1973 when I drove my motorcycle out to Arizona from New York after I graduated from high school. Long since lost ...
 
But now I have one.
 
Again.
 
Yes, I like cameras ... And now I have the Nikon F3. I bought it on-line at Adorama. The lens came off another gift from a student (a Nikon EM) ... That easy, that quick. It is now my favorite camera in the collection ... my dream camera.
 
But not the last. I just might start "hunting" again ... Let's see, there is the Leica M series ... Hasselblad, Contax, Rolleiflex, my old Minolta X-700 and X-570. And the first 35mm SLR I bought while stationed in Japan - the Konica T3. That got me started.
 
Then there is the Mamiya RB 67 and the RZ67 that I first used in Germany at my first real photography job ... and the Canon F1, and the little Minox spy camera ...
 
Oh, the list is long ...
 
But wait ... my college classes don't start until next week - I have a little free time ...
 
 
** Update ... Yeah, right after I posted this I went back to Adorama to see about a cheap 50mm lens for the F3. Found one.
 
Then ... yes, I couldn't help myself ...
 
I just took a peek at the underwater cameras by Nikon ... The classic Nikonos.
 
Ahh ... $35.
 
Again, it doesn't work, but hey ... for that much, it doesn't have to. That was for the body only ...
 
I bought it ... see, it is too easy. ADD TO CART. One click ...
 
So, an orange Nikonos with a 15mm (broken) lens coming in the mail ...
 
Perfect.
 
I promised myself I wouldn't surf the web any more this weekend.
 
I promise.
 
 
 
 
 
 

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The Answer
 
 
 
Took awhile, but I think I can now answer the question I am always asked once people find out I am a travel photographer ... you know, "What's your favorite place?"
 
I was always real clever and said, "The next place" if I was quick (and clever) enough to think of it. It is a tough question.
 
Not any more ...
 
Antarctica.
 
Simple.
 
Well, favorite so far. Hands down. It was everything I thought it would be and more. Just getting there made it special. Charlotte to Washington, DC (yeah ... fly north to go south). Washington, DC to Buenos Aires - switch airports via taxi. Buenos Aires to Ushuaia, Argentina, at the tip of South America. 28 or 29 hours ... I'm not sure, lost count. Long time.
 
Then ... The Drake Passage. 48 hours rolling around the South Atlantic. And I do mean rolling. Two days. The crew mentioned that the crossing rated only a five and a half out of ten ... well, to them anyway. Just right ... interesting, but not TOO bad. I made it.
 
Then ...
 
I really did make it. Antarctia. Left Hudson, NC Friday afternoon, made my first landing in Antarctia the following Wednesday afternoon ... Now that is an adventure.
 
First the South Shetland Islands, then down the Bransfield Strait, and then to the Antarctica Peninsula itself.
 
Names like Livingston Island, Graham Land, the Gerlache Strait, Port Lockroy (where you can actually go shopping), Half Moon Bay, Neko Harbour, and my favorite; Deception Island.
 
Think of taking a ship inside the crater of a sunken volcano and you have Deception Island. One opening ... kind of like a horse-shoe shaped island with just a narrow gap between the two arms. Very interesting. And to answer your  question ... yes, it was last active in 1969.
 
Yes ... that's right - 1969.
 
We landed and hiked around the rim -- even took a Polar Plunge. Volcano or not, it was COLD. But a plunge in a real polar region ... not to shabby, a REAL Polar Plunge.
 
Ahh, I wasn't alone, that's for sure ... I would say 20 - 25 more ran in right behind me (I was second). Wild.
 
That sums up the whole continent ... wild. Let me say right now, of course, that I only saw a very small part of the continent ... I mean tiny. But that is all it takes. 
 
It is the highest, coldest, windiest, driest, cleanist, and most peaceful continent on the planet. Unreal.
 
Oh, and quietest. That is what struck me. Quiet. We would take a zodiac trip out into the ice, turn off the motor and just sit there ... whew. Worth the trip alone. Quiet.
 
Well, except for the moans of the glaciers, the popping of air bubbles escaping the icebergs - air trapped for thousands of years.
 
Unbelievable. Cleanest air you will ever breathe. Fresh. Clean. Whew.
 
That is Antarctica. Unreal.
 
That was the trip ... over two weeks ... Ushuaia was a destination all by itself. The End of the World. The tip of Patagonia where the mountains meet the sea. Went for a hike up to a glacier on the first day of summer and got caught in a snow storm.
 
Whiteout. Interesting. Loved it. Hiked through a forest to get to a glacier and couldn't even see the glacier once I got up there. White on white. 
 
The experience. That is what it is all about. Yes, I'm a photographer, but trips like this are more about the experience -- what I call, "getting out there". The images came easy ... it goes back to a quote that I'll steal from someone -- I can't remember right off hand; "If you want more interesting pictures, stick your camera in front of more interesting subjests" ... or something to that effect.
 
Wait ... Ansel Adams ... yes, I think I stole it from Ansel Adams.
 
No ... maybe not. I'll have to check that. I remember I wrote it down somewhere ...
 
Anyway ... very true, no matter who said it!
 
Patagonia and Antarctica.
 
Enough said.
 
Yes, the images are nice, they will let me remember, but oh man ... the whole experience is what it is all about. Yes, it was cold. Yes, it snowed. It rained. I got wet. My hands got cold. I got hot hiking up the hills ... over dressed for any real hiking ... but I wouldn't expect anything less.
 
There were also blue skies. And sun. And the clearest water you will ever see -- I could see the Minke whale as it circled right beneath us in the much smaller zodiac. Again ... wild. The sound of the whale coming up for air. Whew ...
 
Again, speaking of sounds ...
 
Penguins. Elephant seals. Whales. Air bubbles. Glaciers moaning as they grind toward the sea. The birds. I will remember the sounds.
 
Oh, and the smells. Yes, clean air. But ... well, let's just say you can tell when you are around the penguins -- way before you can see them. I won't forget that for awhile either.
 
It is all good.
 
What an experience.
 
The plan to return is already in motion ... South Georgia, The Falklands ... Oh yeah, it's a done deal.
 
 
 
 
 
 

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One Shot
 
 
Been a long time ...
 
New computer -- Finally.
 
And ...
 
An end to an era. PhotoDeluxe Era. Over ten years. I loved it. "Start Here" simple. It is what I used to get my images on this website ... to get images ready to print ... everything. I loved it.
 
Yes, my students at the college thought I was weird ... my friends laughed when I told them what I used ... and no, I never mentioned it to my editors. What happens on my computer stays on my computer.
 
Can't use the old stuff on my new computer ... Hey, my old computer was eight years olds ...
 
Yeah -- time for an up-date. New computer, new "Photoshop". That simple. Lenovo computer. Photoshop Elements 9. Had version 5 or 6 but never used it ... like I said ... I loved PhotoDeluxe.
 
Anyways ... Haven't been working on my images for awhile. That was then, this is now.
 
Just returned from Thanksgiving over at Jordan Lake - my nephew and his family. Very nice.  Just the right amount of food and getting out around the lake.
 
Sunrise was nice. Cold but rewarding. Yes, all three of them. First one down by the boat launch ... nice reflections. Second two down at the dam.
 
This is my favorite ... the sun, the fog, the branch, the color(s). The cold. But that is another story ...
 
The image. All that matters.
 
Well, except for the memory. The experience. Image or no image, I was lucky enough to witness this. That is what it is all about.
 
One image. One memory. One Thanksgiving.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Do We All Have It?
 
 
 
Are we all artists? Do we all have an artistic side to us?
 
I like to think so.  No, really, I know so.
 
I teach art. The college says so anyways. Art 264. Digital Photography. Have for years. I like teaching art. I tend to do it even when I'm not teaching. Funny how that works.
 
Funny how much you can learn while not in a classroom. From kids. Yeah, teenagers.
 
This summer while on a rafting trip for O.A.R.S. down the Lower Salmon River in Idaho, I let the  kids on the trip use my small, water-proof (and kid-proof) Pentax W80 camera. My "I don't go anywhere without it" camera. Just wanted to see what they could come up with.
 
They got into it a little bit ... they took a few images, passed it along to the next one, each one taking their turn. Great kids, great fun.
 
I told them I would go through the images and post my favorite on my website. I thought it would be interesting.
 
In truth, I knew it would be interesting. Remember, in the Spring, on my college OBX (Outer Banks) trip, I got schooled by an eight year old ... I know.
 
I learned.
 
OK, yeah, it took me awhile. Once I got home my computer has not been the same ... trouble logging into my website. Blah, blah, blah ...
 
Another reason why I enjoy taking pictures, not working on a computer. And why I should have had a 13 year old come over and work on it ...
 
So, anyway ...
 
Very simple. Went through the images (finally) ... and was surprised by what I saw. One stuck out ... well, really, a few stuck out. All blurred. All with an "artsy" streak to them that I can't quite explain. I don't know what caused the blurrrr ... and I really don't care.
 
Art is art, I'm not going to try to figure out what a 13 year old artist's key to success is. That is the joy of being an artist. A teenager. Who cares? It looks cool, he had fun shooting it, and it is as simple as that.
 
Yes, I tried to figure it out. How come the slow shutter speed in all that light? Why were his blurred when all the others weren't? What button did he push to make them that different from the ones shot just moments before by the other kids? Same day, same light.
 
Different artist.
 
That is the beauty of art. That is why I have been playing with photography for thirty something years ... I never know what might happen if ...
 
I try this. Try that. Go here, turn there. Change this, look that way, this way, spin this, turn that. Hand a kid a camera ... turn into a kid when handed a camera.
 
You never know. Shoot in the fog. Step out in the rain. Buy an underwater housing. Shoot with a macro lens. Try 3200 ISO. Go on a raft trip. Take a hike. Ride a motorcycle. Buy a new flash. Hold the camera upside down. Play like an artist. Play, play, play.
 
That is photography. That is art. That is my life. And yours. Camera or no camera. Or paint brushes, or clay, or songs in your head. People are artists.
 
They are ... well, they are human. They have experiences. They have lives. They feel. They have emotions. They play. They live.
 
They hand a kid a camera.
 
13 years old. Sure is nice to feel 13 again. To live.
 
Can't wait until my next trip. My next image. My next artistic moment. My next ... art whatever.
 
Yeah, we all have it. Some how. Some way. I know Cody does.
 
And now ... so does he.
 
And you.
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
Road Trip 2011
 
 
I will be gone from 15 June to 16 August. Another chance to live in a car (ahhh, Honda Element, excuse me) for a couple of months. Always fun.
 
I will be going to my sister's house in Richland, NY for the last two weeks of June ... giving a talk to the elementary school that I went to growing up in the mid-1960's. A talk about last summer's Road Trip to Alaska. All about the grizzly bears of Katmai National Park.
 
Then my sister has me lined up to photgraph a "Special Time" at the County Fair. A day reserved for children with disabilities, and their families, where they can enjoy the rides, games, etc ... at their own pace. Talk about combining my two passions ... teaching Special Ed. students and photography. 
That is special. Perfect.
 
From there ... driving out to the Pacific Northwest where I have lined up a rafting trip down the Lower Salmon River ... which I must say is quite interesting, due to the fact that I grew up -- even worked as a rafting guide --on the "other" Salmon River that runs through Pulaski, New York, my "Home Town".
 
True, I haven't lived there in about 30 years ... but hey, it is where I'm from. My home town. Still.
 
Anyway ... Yeah, O.A.R.S. and Teva are teaming up for a Product Run down the gorges of the Lower Salmon River in Idaho. Free sandals and the chance to get them wet ... sounds good. Water, sand, and cameras ... always fun. Bought a new underwater housing for my D90 and 12-24mm lens. Will put it to the test.
 
Until I return ... no, I'm not much of a true "blogger" and doubt I will write while on the road - remember, I'm old school ... I thought I would leave you with some links to some real bloggers ... photographers that I tune-in to to see what is really going on out there in photography land.
 
Here are a few ... enjoy. I'll get back with you in August ... just in time for my next semester at the college.
 
Besides checking out these links all summer long ... "Get Out There" and work on your art ... whatever that might be.
 
 
"To believe in your art,
is to believe in yourself."
               We Are Augustines
 
 
 

www.chasejarvis.com

www.joemcnally.com

www.nikonusa.com

www.bobkrist.com

www.michaelclarkphoto.com

www.jimbrandenburg.com

www.jimrichardsonphotography.com

www.moosepeterson.com

www.strobist.com

www.outdoorphotographer.com

www.www.adorama.com

 
 
 
These should get you started ... and yes, there are links from these websites that will lead to more ... and more.
 
And more.
 
Remember, pace yourself, you have all summer. I am sure you will get something out of these sites. I do all the time.
 
And yes ... We Are Augustines is a band. Found out about them from the Chase Jarvis website ... pretty good, if I may say so myself.
 
Art is not just photography ... I want to be the first to say that. No matter what I've written, or said, or expressed ... I just get caught up in photography.
 
I don't understand music - you know, as far as playing it ... I don't paint, or work in clay, or do films, and lord knows I don't sing, or dance ...
 
No, I do photography. And, as sad as it is to say, that is it. Photography. Period.
 
Teaching? Now wait a minute ... now that is an art form. The Art of Teaching. Yeah, middle school. I'm a teacher. An artist. I can even say I'm an art teacher - but I still feel weird saying that because I remember what I did to my middle school and high school art teachers ... whew, not pretty.
 
But yes, I'm an art teacher.
 
Oh, that reminds me ... if you read my Blog, you know -- or will find out -- that I dabbled in poetry - once.
 
No ... my art is photography. The idea of believing in your art, yourself, that extends to every art form out there. Art is art. Try some, it is good for you.
 
Heck, I even packed my harmonica (swear to God) for my trip this summer after watching/listening to We Are Augustines ... I am going to work on my deeply hidden musical talent this summer.
 
You know -- in the woods. By myself.
 
Promise. Other than drumming on my steering wheel that is ... now, that I've done for years!
 
Have a great summer.
 
Art. Believe in yours.
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Purple and Eye
 
 
 
I have mentioned that I teach in a middle school, right? I hope you know that. I love it. I can honestly say that working with 6th, 7th, and 8th grade kids is fun. It is rewarding. I love this age group ... "The range of the strange" is how one person sums it all up.
 
Just plain fun.
 
Oh yeah ... and crazy.
 
And have I mentioned I enjoy taking pictures? Oh yeah ... that's fun too. If funners was a word, it would be perfect. Combine middle school kids and photography, and I really can say I love working at Granite Falls Middle School. It is who I am. It is what I do.
 
To me, this image sums it all up ... Fun.
 
I'm walking down the hall on the last day of school ... well, really, the last HALF DAY of school. Track is over. Testing is finished. The 8th grade dance is over -- Oh, that is where I really have fun behind a camera. All the different Award Programs are over. Everything is over ... well, except for walking up the hall after the Morning News (which is also funners) trying out my new softbox for my flash that I made - well, no ... my friend and fellow 8th grade math teacher (she can measure and figure things out better than I can, you know, like, real math stuff), Sharon Bryant made it ... I, I just thought it up, she made it happen.
 
Little cardboard, little tape, something about a glue gun, and some foam packing material I found at the college -- where I also have fun teaching photography to some older, fun students as well. It is all good.
 
Yeah, I found this white computer packing stuff and just knew I had to make a softbox out of it. I have been making things to diffuse flash for over twenty five years ... started with 3"x5" note cards and rubber bands, then moved on to Cool~Whip container tops (you know, the frosted ones) and more rubber bands (then velcro), to cardboard boxes and old t-shirts - then switched to the hi-tech Wal-Mart shopping bags (No, the first ones were from K-Mart) ... Oh, I am always looking. Playing.
 
OK, sure, yes ... I have broken down and actually bought, and now use, the "real stuff", like the Sto-Fen Omni Bounce, a Harbor Design Honeycomb Grid, Rosco Gels, snoots, etc ... but, darn, I still like to see what I can come up with on my own.
 
I take that back ... my snoots, two of them, a 5" one and a longer 8" one are made from some black foam and velco I bought at Wal-Mart for around $5.00. Ahh, they work fine, thank you very much. Look cool too ...
 
And yes, I even haul out my 24"x24"Adorama softbox for the big stuff, but I am always looking ... white trash bags, black trash bags, I'll use anything to modify the light, soften the light, color the light ... anything.
 
OK ... back to the middle school.
 
Mrs. Bryant fixed me up with this laptop sized foam/cardboard softbox and I strapped it on my Nikon SB-600 and was trying it out while walking down the hall ... yeah, the kids are used to it, trust me. Heck, the teachers are used to it.
 
So, there I was ... holding the flash in one hand, snappin' images with the other. 6th grade hall ... 7th grade hall, boys and girls, shoot, shoot, show them, laugh, shoot some more. 8th grade hall. Laugh. Cool stuff. The softbox two inches from their face, firing away ... the hallway - and all the kids/stuff in the background are jet black (has to do with "real life" math and the Inverse Square Law, trust me ...) as if I was working in a studio.  Well, I was, actually. My very own, very long, middle school studio ... took about 30 images, give or take. Maybe ten minutes ... I don't know.
 
This is one of my favorite.
 
I don't usually publish images of my students on the internet ... well, ones where you can tell who they are anyways. That is a whole other subject and an area I don't - and won't - get into.
 
No, I just enjoy taking the images, and having fun  -- and in this case, was just playing with my new softbox, seeing how it worked.
 
I did keep one other image. His mom is a teacher at the school and she liked the picture so I am going to give it to her on Momday, ah, I mean, Monday - a teacher workday. It is a pretty cool image ... black background, nice side lighting ... again, a studio lookin' shot of a fun 7th grader, shot in the hallway. A keeper ... much like the model himself.
 
The rest? The rest of the images I just delete and remember them for the laughter ... the fun. And the learning. Remember, I shot this in a school, right? I learned about the softbox ... what it can do, and what it can't. Learning. Playing. Or is it playing and learning?
 
That is what it is all about ... trying something new, having fun, and actually coming up with a keeper -- or two. For mom. For reference.
 
This image? This image, I feel, I can post ... Her idenity hidden by her hands ... behind the purple. Only her and I know who it is. No worries.
 
This is the type of portrait that I love to do ... and the type that I stress to my college students ... a portrait "of " the person, not just the person, if you get what I mean. Very important.
 
Trust me, this sums up the student very well. It is what she, and every other middle school student is ... fun.
 
8th grade girl (oops, I mean Freshmen)- I can tell because of the purple fingernail polish. Yeah ... we had the 8th grade dance a few nights before ... I just know she had them painted up for the big dance. And yes, I know her well ... she ran track for me for two years. Great kid. Fun kid. Purple fingernail type of fun kid. That is what makes the image - fun.
 
Well, that, and the eye ... the eye is really the key. That is the beauty of photography, of art ... she covered her face, laughing ... but at the same time, peeking ... peeking at me taking the picture. That eye contact. That joy. That is why I like this image. That is why I enjoy making images. The moment just came together. No script. No directions. Just her, frozen forever.  Forever young. Forever fun.
 
Purple and Eye. The highlights on the purple and in the eye.  Perfect.
 
Purple and I. That moment captured between her and I. That connection. That is what is special to me. That is what I will always remember.
 
Oh, and the light ... that is what got this whole party started in the first place. The light. The softbox. And the fun. That makes the image. The highlights.
 
Middle school kids ... got to love 'em. Purple fingernails and all.
 
Oh, and after all the testing (oh, don't get me started on testing ...), the softbox worked just fine. Home-made -- well, no, it was sort of, kind of, made at the school, and sort of at her house ... but tested at the school. Got the image. I love it. I give it an A.
 
I love teaching.
 
And, with that said ... Oh, how I love the last (half) day of school.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

Hessell Rules

 

LOOK AT THE LIGHT

GET CLOSER

SHOOT LOTS OF PIXELS

 

I teach photography part-time at Caldwell Community College and Technical Institute in Hudson, North Carolina. Two classes, three rules. I start each class with a guarantee. I tell every student that shows up for a Tuesday/Thursday evening class, or my Saturday morning class, that I can make them a better photographer. Guaranteed. Period.

Simple. In fact, I go on to say that after the first class, if they follow my three simple rules, they will already have all it takes to be a better photographer. No shutter speeds, no apertures. No exposure. No technical jargon. No numbers.

Well, except three. Three rules. Three rules, that I feel anyway, get to the heart of photography. The rest will fall into place. I then go on to mention that just about everyone in America over the age of ten is already a photographer. I have never had a student that has not taken a picture in their life. They are photographers before they ever sign up for the class. The odds are in my favor. True, I have had students that didn’t own a camera, but that did not stop them from signing up.

Truth be told, the camera is the least of my worries. Today’s cameras are great. The quality of even the cheapest point-n-shoot is unreal. Taking a picture is simple. Making a photograph, on the other hand, takes three rules, and a little more effort.

Effort. I have that covered as well. As mentioned, anyone willing to pay money to show up twice a week for two and a half hours each night already has put forth the effort. Or better yet, nine o'clock on a Saturday morning. Again, the odds are in my favor. My job just gets easier.

LOOK AT THE LIGHT

Photography is light. Period. Cameras are tools that record reflected light. Film or digital, photography deals with light. That is why I start with it. Look at the light. Sounds simple, and it is. Sort of. We have to learn to think about the light. Study the light. Analyze the light. Control the light. That is the key. Taking what light you have, or don’t have, and using it to your advantage, that is photography. Look at the light.

What type of light? Soft diffused light, or harsh bright light? What direction? What angle? Is there enough light? Do you have to add more light? Can you manipulate the light? Use reflectors? Move the subject? Move the light? These are questions that a photographer asks. A picture taker just accepts what is there and snaps away. Look at the light and ask questions. Even if you just accept what is there and just snap away, at least you thought out the situation and tried to make the best of it. We can’t always answer the questions, or come up with the ideal solutions, but just by asking, one becomes a better photographer. Simple.

I remember walking down the streets of Moscow and actually thinking about which side of the street I wanted to be on depending on the light. It is all a game of asking and answering questions. Trying to be in the right place at the right time with the right light. It takes work. It takes effort.

What can you do about the light? Simple. Make the light work for you. Get up early or stay out late in order to capture that "golden", low angle light that, if everything works out for you, makes for great photographs. True, it doesn’t always present itself as we wish, but being in bed or eating breakfast does not boost your odds. Get out there. When working with the sun, you never know. Being out there, making the effort, is the key to better images.

What about when the sun is not available or not working for you? Add or manipulate the light. Use a reflector to add light. Use a diffuser to change the light. How? Try a white trash bag. Carry several, they are light, compact, and even water proof. The fact is that you can take "bad" light and make it better. Look at the light.

How about flash photography? I teach flash photography with two simple concepts. Diffuse it and move it. That is it. I go over several ways to get away from direct, harsh flash images. You know, the washed out faces, that red-eye look that just does not work for anyone, and the dark shadows. Direct flash has got to be the worst solution ever devised. Simple, yes. Either pop-up, or turn on your small hot-shoe flash and fire away. But the results are far from perfect. The answer? Diffuse it and move it.

First off, diffuse it. Scotch-Tape. You know, the frosted kind. Stick a few layers over your flash head. It softens the flash and takes away those harsh shadows. Well, it helps anyway. Use it. Next, Cool-Whip. Round frosted plastic lids. Cut out a section and use velcro to attach it to your flash. Works great. Yes, you can spend the big bucks and buy an Omni-Bounce like the pros use (even I have one), but I like Cool-Whip, so why not kill two birds with one stone?

Second, move it. Buy the cord that takes your flash off-camera and use it. For Nikon, it was the SB-17, but now I use the new SC-28 cord which replaced it (There is also the SC-29 with an auto-focus assist light). Costs over $50 but is priceless when making images. I like to think of it as studio results without the studio. Hold it off-center to the subject and you have just improved your flash photography. I tell my students, if it comes down to it, buy the smaller, cheaper flash, take the money you saved, and buy the cord. You can move it, bounce it, and direct it any way you want. Not as simple as direct flash, but well worth the effort. There is that word again, effort.

GET CLOSER

My favorite. Actually, if I could only have one rule, this would be it. Get closer. I always point out that film is small (as well as the even smaller digital chip), make the most of it. Fill the frame with only what you want to have in the viewfinder. Either move in closer or zoom in, but do everything you can to get in there and fill the frame.

Painters add, photographers subtract. The problem is our selective vision. We "see" only what we want to see, the camera, on the other hand, does not have that luxury. Again, it takes effort, and it takes practice, but begin to really look at what is in the viewfinder and eliminate everything that does not add to what you what your image to say to the viewer. No matter what, the camera fills the frame, that is what cameras do. It is up to you to make sure it is filled with only what you want it filled with.

Keep it simple. The goal of any good photographer, or any artist, for that matter, is to simplify. Say what you want to say as simply as possible. It is your statement, make it as clear to the viewer as possible. One image, one statement. Now here is when it gets tricky. Simple does not mean only one object or subject in each image. No, many of the great images are complex and thought provoking, but that is the power of photography, the power of art. You can have as many subjects, objects, what ever you want to call them, in any one image as long as they are the only things you want in your image. I like to call it "complex simplicity". The message can be complex, just work on keeping the image simple. It is not that simple. Get closer. Eliminate. Work at it.

I will say right here that getting closer also helps in the technical aspect of getting the "right" exposure. By working at making the image as simple as possible, you are also making it easier for your camera’s meter to come up with the simplest exposure. Not always the case, but worth mentioning, worth thinking about. Keep it simple.

SHOOT LOTS OF IMAGES ... or PIXELS

This is where the learning comes in. Shoot lots of pixels, or film. Shoot lots of images and ask lots of questions. Shoot, shoot, and shoot some more. Get out there and run film through your camera, or whatever it is that digital cameras do. Push the button, that is the key to becoming a better photographer. No, this does not mean just holding down the button, this goes well beyond that. Shoot everything and anything. If using film, try slide film. In fact, try 100 speed slide film. It is a great learning tool. When you get the results back,, you can see your results, not the results of the machine that prints your pictures.

Shoot slide film and look, really look, at the results. Shoot all types of film in all types of conditions. Flash photography, night photography, nature photography, action photography, people photography, studio photography, you name it, shoot it. And shoot it again with a digital camera. Shoot it in the rain, the snow, the fog. Shoot indoors and out, with flash, without. Shoot a roll of only multi-exposures. Shoot all the new films that come out. Shoot with only a 50mm lens (Do you own a 50mm lens?). Turn your lens around backwards and explore macro photography. Shoot at 50 ISO and f16 without a tripod. Heck, shoot two or three hundred images blind-folded, I don’t care. The truth is, just shoot a lot of pictures. Break every rule you can think of. Shoot, shoot, shoot. Learn, learn, learn.

Same is true with digital cameras. Shoot at ISO 100 (or lower) and you will soon see why tripods are so important. Boost your ISO up as high as it goes and see what happens. And while you are at it, try everything in between, and see what works best and when. Play when you can so that when you really need to record something important, you will have a reference point on which to fall back on. Shoot, shoot, and shoot some more. Play. And look at the results BEFORE "fixing 'em" in Photoshop!

That is one aspect. The other aspect is to shoot it from every angle you can think of and then make up a few more. Yes, and hold that button down. Shoot, shoot, and shoot. Look through your lens, shoot. Move, and shoot again. Go one step further. Change lenses and start all over again. Learn what lens does what at what angle. Shoot and learn. Shoot sports with as long a lens as you have and then turn around and shoot it with as wide a lens as you have. Know your equipment, know your limitations. Which lens do you want on your camera to get what results? How close do you have to be with each lens to get the results you want? Can you change results by changing lenses, your position, your choice of film or digital ISO setting? Shoot and learn. Ask, and answer questions.

Another aspect of all this is the notion of actually adjusting your tripod while using it. Yeah, a novice idea for many of my students! Tripods are adjustable. Use those knobs, move those legs, adjust the tripod so that the camera is where you want it, not just stuck at the top of the tripod.

When using my tripod (which I try to as much as possible), I look through the viewfinder, find where I want the camera, then I adjust the legs to get the camera where I want it, not the other way around. Don't just attach the camera to the tripod and set it down and then look for your shot. Find the image first, then place the tripod to get your image. A big difference.

That is photography. That is becoming a better photographer. That is art. That is becoming a better artist. Three simple rules. Three huge concepts.

That is how I begin each class. Every semester, every year. I have taught photography in one form or another for over twenty years and this is the end result. To be honest, the one thing that has made me a better photography instructor is the fact that for the past fifteen years, my real job is that of a Special Education teacher. I take broad concepts and make one-liners out of them. My middle school students like me to keep it simple and break down the facts so they can better understand the information. Wow, what a concept!

Or maybe that is just how I, as a photographer, teach learning disabled students. Keep it simple. Point is, I have seen my photography lessons change over the years and like the results. Twenty plus years, three rules. Teaching is learning. Keep it simple.

Without even getting into how a camera works, I believe, one can become a better photographer in one easy lesson. Simple, I just go over my three rules. No, actually I do mention two other important aspects of becoming a better photographer. Buy a tripod (the one piece of equipment that actually makes you better), and do not center the subject, at least for the first half of the semester (no one has ever been able to accomplish that feat!).

The camera comes later. First the concepts, then the understanding. Photography is much more than the camera. So much more in fact, that it can be summed up in three rules. OK, three rules and two suggestions.

 That is what I feel to be the most important aspects of photography. That and the fact I tell my students to be sure to show up for the next class. Over and over again.

 

 

Three Little Buttons

 

Every camera has two major controls: Aperture and shutter. Period. Very simple. It is with these two controls that everything else dealing with photography begins. That is the simple part. The fun begins with learning how to manipulate these two controls. All the different buttons, settings, lenses, flashes, filters, tripods, reflectors, etc ... they are all there to help make sense of these two simple controls.

Light and Time

A camera must be able to allow light to hit the sensor. Think of a light-proof box with a hole in it (aperture). Then, there must be a way to control how long (shutter) that light hits the sensor. That is it, a pin-hole camera. Simple.

Two controls that are at the heart of the matter. Let light in, and control how long that light hits the sensor. Photography in a nut-shell, so to speak, or in a light proof box. Same difference.

That is your camera; be it a compact point-n-shoot model, or the "big" digital single-lens reflex (DSLR). A camera is a camera ... the concept is the same. Light and time.

Three Buttons

Now the fun begins. To help you better control your camera, the makers, OK, most camera makers, give you at least three little buttons that will allow you, the artist, to control the whole light/time thing and come away with images that meets your needs. The key being, your needs, not the makers of your camera. Art is subjective, it is up to you to make the image yours by controlling what is being done inside that light-proof box.

 

ISO BUTTON

First things first. ISO. Find the little button, use it. You should be able to find it in the dark, by memory, and understand that you must use it if you want to take charge of how your images look once you squeeze that shutter release.

Keep one thing in mind – OK, two things.

More Light: Less Time

Less Light: More Time

The ISO setting you choose dictates what the shutter speed will be whenever you take a picture. It is the most important setting you can make. Everything else comes second. Look at the light and choose an ISO setting that is appropriate for that situation.

AUTO ISO is what your camera comes set with, and in most cases, that is fine, if you want some technician back in Japan (or Taiwan?) being in charge of your art. The idea is for you to take charge, and this is the first step.

What is ISO? I thought you would never ask. ISO stands for International Standards Organization, but that tells little about what it actually does. This little button is in charge of how sensitive you want your digital sensor to be. Higher number, more sensitive. Lower number, less sensitive. If there is a lot of light, use a lower number, if there is not a lot of light, use a higher number. Each camera must meet the "standards" set by the industry so everyone is on a level playing field. Nikon's ISO 100 is the same as Canon's ISO 100, etc ... Or so they say.

Yes, these are numbers, which means math, but don’t let that bother you. Most cameras offer ISO settings of at least 100, 200, and 400. Many have more ... 50 and 80 at the lower end, and/or 800 and 1600 on the higher end.

They are all about light. If it is bright and sunny, set your camera at 100 and go at it. Once it gets cloudy, or later on in the evening, or if you happen to walk inside a church, set your ISO to a higher number, say, 800, and continue taking images. It is all about your shutter speeds. "Faster" number (800), faster shutter speeds; "Slower" number (100), slower shutter speed. Think NASCAR, and you will be fine.

Really.

Even on a sunny day. If your subject is moving very fast, try a "faster" setting (800). Humming birds, two year olds, or race cars, the idea is the same. Try it.

Here is the secret, and the key to the whole process; the lower the number (100), the finer quality image you will be able to capture. Sharper, more vivid colors, finer detail. Think about it; if the sensor is less sensitive to light, the little "light gathering thingys" (I am not a technician) on your sensor don’t have to be that large, hence, a sharper, better quality image. If they have to gather more light, they have to be bigger, and that produces bigger grain, or "noise" in your image. True, that is not a very technical way to describe what goes on, but I hope it helps (if your are a camera technician, please forgive me). Again, try it and find out what I am talking about. " Noise" is the little dots you see when you take a photo at ISO 800 or 1600 (or higher).

Another thing to remember is this, the smaller the camera, the smaller the sensor. Small sensor, more noise, no matter what the ISO is. For example, I don’t think twice of setting my Nikon D90 to 800 or even 1600 ISO when needed, but cringe when I have to use even  ISO 800 on my smaller water-proof Pentax W60. Over  ISO 400 on the Pentax and things get a wee bit grainy for my taste. Smaller sensor trying to meet the same "standards" as a larger one, makes sence to me.

 It is a game of give and take - blurry images  (slower shutter speeds) or noise, you choose.  Use the button and find your camera’s limits. It is after all, your image.

Want an advantage? Buy a tripod. No, let me take that a step further and say, use a tripod. Buy it first of course, but then carry it with you and use it. Big, small, light or heavy, the choice is up to you, just have one and use it. It is the one piece of equipment that will make you a technically better photographer. It does not breathe, so your images will be sharper. Period.

No tripod? No worries. Find something that doesn’t breathe and set your camera on it and use your self timer ... oops, that would make four buttons, forgive me. Find the button that looks like a stop-watch and see if you can’t set it to two seconds, and fire away. If not, the 10 second timer will do. The two second setting just makes it more convenient. You are not touching the camera, the camera is not moving, and your image will be sharper. Period. Tripod, soda can, fence-post, rock, whatever ... steady your camera, use the self-timer, and step away and let the camera do all the work. Simple.

All my "night" (twilight) images are shot in this manner. ISO 200, tripod, self-timer. Yes, my shutter speeds are longer, but that is what the tripod is for. Lower ISO, better quality. I go for better quality every time. Without the tripod, a higher ISO setting would have to be used which produces more noise.

 The trick is, if you have a tripod, you can shoot it both ways for different effects, but if you don't have a tripod, well, you are down to one option. Two is better.

 

 WB Button

No, not Warner Brothers, this is not a cartoon. WB stands for White Balance. Think filters. Filters are pieces of glass that photographers use to put over their lens to change the color of the light. The WB button is the digital version of a  "filter" and takes care of all that for you. One button, several "filters". Very nice. Saves you a lot of money - and time.

Different light sources give off different colors, our cameras, like our brains, balance them all to look "natural" or what they call "daylight balanced".

If you are new to photography and never change your settings, you have no idea what I am talking about, right? Find the WB button, take it off AUTO and you will find out fast enough.

Truth is, the AUTO setting works very well. You can shoot outdoors in the sun, in the shade, inside in various light conditions, and your camera will follow right along and put the needed "filters" in place and you come out smelling like a rose. The right filter for the right light source. Automatic. Those tech guys are great. But again, they are not the artist, you are. I can not stress that enough.

Each camera has different settings so I don’t want to get too involved with the different choices/names, so just take charge and find out what each "filter" does.

I like CLOUDY myself. If you have it, use it. Try it when it is sunny.  It warms, or gives an orange tint, to your images. Makes it look like you got out there at sunrise instead of nine or ten o’clock in the morning when the color of the sky has shifted more towards afternoon "white" light. That is what your camera does, it balances the light to look "white" , or like daylight, no matter what type of light it really emits. Play. Have fun. Push the button.

True, you are "cheating" but that is what the artist does. I always say, "don’t let reality stand in the way of your art". We have enough reality on TV. Yes, of course, you can choose DAYLIGHT for daylight, or TUNGSTEN for tungsten, but the fun is to try SHADE in the sunlight, and INCANDESCENT outdoors at noon. Washed in blue, the sun becomes the moon (that even sounds like art). Try it, you might like it.

And on the other hand, try the "wrong" settings in different situations and you will very quickly find out why they are wrong. Don’t worry, you can delete them. A green sunset is pushing it.

Yes, you can get carried away (and I have), but the point is to know what the WB button is for, and at times, be brave and use it to your advantage. AUTO actually works great most of the time, but I want you to know you have an option. Use everything you paid for on your camera. Push those buttons, get your money’s worth.

 

Compensation Button

The +/- button. My favorite. The one I use the most. Find it, use it, wear it out. You will need it. I promise.

This is the big one, that is why I saved it for last. This button "compensates" for the fact that light reflects off different colors and subjects ... well, differently. Not all subjects are equal. Lighter colors, or subjects, reflect more light than darker ones. Has something to do with science, but I figure you have had enough of that in school, so I’ll try to keep it to a minimum here. Just trust me.

Again, find the button and use it. Start with the MENU button and you should find it. If that doesn’t work, yes, go ahead and pull out that manual that came with the camera (it is probably still in the box) and see if you can’t find it; looks like more math ( +/-).  Same goes for the other two buttons, if you can’t see ISO, or WB, somewhere on the camera body, try MENU.

Take a picture. Look at the results. Too light? Too dark? Fix it. If your image is to light (to my taste, most digital cameras right out of the box are) press the minus (-) button a few times. Your art, your choice. Too dark? Go the other way, press the plus (+) button until it looks good to you. That was easy.

That easy, that important. Every lighting situation, every subject is different, it is up to you to get the exposure that you like at the time you take the picture. What is the correct exposure? Ha, that is what takes this very simple concept (light and time) and makes it the most important aspect of photography. Simply stated (my goal in life), the correct exposure is the one you like.

If you take one image, you have one choice, but if you take several different exposures of the same subject, you will have several choices. Light, medium, and dark. Like steak, only cheaper. "How do you want yours cooked"? You decide.

The truth is, and you know just as well as I do, we can not always get a good look at that little monitor on the back of your camera to see what is what. Take a shot to see if you are in the ballpark, and then take a few more darker or lighter depending on what you think.

I have my cameras set at -.5 to begin with. That is my "starting point", and it seems I just go darker and darker much more than I do going the other way. Personal taste, which I hope has nothing to do with my outlook on life - that would be another article well beyond the scope of this one.

Shoot several, take your pick.

Yes, I know, you can "fix it" in Photoshop. I’ve heard it all before and it is a valid point, to a degree. I guess I am old-school and come from a photographer’s background, not a computer background. I enjoy "making the image", being out there capturing what I see, and what I feel, at that time, that place.

True, and I sing this all the time,

"You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometime, you just might find, you get what you need"

I’m just trying to save you time at the computer later on so you will have more time to check out my other articles while listening to the Rolling Stones!

I just tell my students to try to get the image in the camera in the field, and worry about the computer later. I also remind them that they are in an art class (Digital Photography), not a Photoshop class, two different things. Try getting the hang of the little +/- button. It will compensate for your camera’s "mistakes".

Which, by the way, goes back to my "several choices" concept mentioned earlier. Is the "right" exposure the correct exposure? You will find out that the answer to that simple little question is not so simple. Oh, wait a minute, yes it is. The answer is no.

Your "mistake" just might turn out to be your favorite image. Again, back to reality getting in the way of your art. An under exposed sunset just might set the mood for what you are trying to convey in the image. True, it might not have been a dark, brooding sunset in reality, but the right exposure in this situation might not be the correct exposure. Simple, right?

Three buttons, three very important tools that will make you a better artist with your camera. I have taken photographs now for over twenty five years and I can say without hesitation, that none of the images I take, on any of my cameras, have been taken with the settings that the camera came with when I pulled it out of the box. No question. I set my cameras up to fit my needs, to get the results that I want, that I like.

These three buttons are the key. Sure, the bigger the camera, the more buttons, but if you can get a grasp of these three little buttons, you will be off to a great start.

Start simple, start with three.

ISO.

WB.

Compensation.

 

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Visual Poetry
 
 
I actually am a poet. Have been since 1985, I believe. I remember it quite clearly - well, except if it was 1985 or 1986. Heck, it might even have been 1987. I know I was in Germany. But anyways ...
 
Yeah, I woke up, wrote down something I must have been dreaming about ... and that was it. I had a poem. It was even published. I am a published poet.
 

Fame

Even though I am naturally small

 there is something inside me

that perceives me as tall

A man should not be judged

my the size of his frame

It is his heart

and his soul

that should gain him is

fame

 
And that was it ... done. Never happened again. Well, as far as the whole actually writing something down thing ... well, OK, as in writing another actual poem like thing.
 
I also got my first job as a real, honest to God, photographer in 1985 as well. That I do remember. August, 1985. Department of the Army. Bremerhaven, Germany. T.A.S.C. Training, AudioVisual, Support Center.
 
Fancy name ... I just took pictures for the Army. Studio stuff. I was clueless about studio stuff but I got the hang of it real fast. f16 @ 125th. Period. Nothing moved, nothing changed. Medium format, black and white images of soldiers standing at attention.
 
Not much poetry.
 
But that is where it all started. The poetry began, not so much with the image, but with what happened in the studio to get the image. Pure poetry. I was a poet. I became a poet.
 
I made the images ... I stuffed paper up their sleeves, I taped their jackets in the back, I placed their ribbons on crooked so they actually looked straight in the picture ... yeah, really.
 
I started bringing in the local youth teams and taking their pictures, I went out in the field (what I really loved) and photographed training missions for the 2nd Armor Division, I rode in Blackhawks, I ... well, I photographed Army stuff. I had fun. I learned. I played.
 
I preformed art. I was an artist. A poet. I took the everyday official studio work and took it to another level. Photography is about the person behind the camera -- in this case, it was the fact that I was an E-5 (Sgt) in the Marine Corps, my military background, that gave me an edge.
 
I knew uniforms. I knew attention to detail. I knew the military. I would make that uniform look good, one way or another. True, it was an Army uniform, but I tried none the less. I worked to make them look good - for the camera. Poetry.
 
When you pick up a camera ... you are a poet. Yeah, kind of scary.
 
Not with words ... but with images. Poetic images. The look of an image ... the movement of the image ... yeah, I know ... still photography. That is the kicker ... movement, flow, direction, energy ... all in a still image. Whew ... that has got to be poetry.
 
Twenty-five plus years as a poet and I've never relly thought about that until I looked at these images ... ferns. Green ferns. Plain 'ol green ferns along a gravel road up past Collettsville in the foothills of North Carolina.
 
I was walking along with my small Pentax W80 camera ... Nice day. Soft light. Diffused light. Came across a batch, a bunch, whatever it is you call a group of ferns ... Fresh ferns. Green ferns. Nice, fresh, green ferns.
 
I stopped ... turned on the camera, and just looked. I saw the poetry. I felt the poetry. The movement. No, there was no wind - they weren't actually moving ... What I saw was the movement of their lines, their shape. Their points. Their direction. Their color. The whole green and black thing going on (I knew my shadows would go black). The texture. The contrast. The beauty.
 
I saw a poem. I saw my poem.
 
Simple as that. I spent four, maybe five minutes within my poem. I "wrote down" the first two images you see here. Then I kept walking ... looking. Always looking.
 
On the way back, the same thing. I stopped and looked. Looked closer. Something about these ferns ... Tried my macro (1cm macro) setting this time. Played one fern off the others. You know, the whole "tree within the forest" thing ... Came away with the third image. One, two minutes at the most. Soft focus poetry. That fast, that simple.
 
Of course I didn't really see the poetry until I got home and looked at what I had "written down". I felt it, but didn't really know if I had it. Or if "it" was really anything at all. Ferns. I shoot them all the time. Like everywhere. If there is a fern, I'll photograph it. Here, there, anywhere. Have for years. Same with sunflowers ...
 
Oh, don't get me started ...
 
Back to ferns.
 
The images. The poetry. Point-n-Shoot poetry. It was a nice day. The ferns were there. The light was there. The magic was there.
 
That is why I carry a camera. You never know when you might want to "write something down". Like my first poem ... The images just came to me.
 
True, they are just ferns. But isn't poetry just letters? Words? Or is poetry more than that? Feelings? Emotions? More than letters. More than just  words. Something more ...
 
Think of you images - your art - as visual poetry. It really is that simple.
 
If you take the time. The time to look closer.
 
If you have your camera with you to write things down. 
 
 
 
 

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Getting Schooled
 
 
No, this is not my image. I wish I could say it was. After all, I am the instructor. I have been a photographer for over 25 years. I have photographed the wild horses on the Outer Banks before. I have done this whole wildlife photography thing over the years. 
 
The Everglades. Bosque del Apache. The Galapagos Islands. Alaska. The Amazon. I know wild. I know photography.
 
OK, lets start at the beginning ...
 
I teach photography at Caldwell Community College in Hudson, NC. Have since 1995. I have been a photographer since 1985. I have worked for the Department of the Army in Germany, photographed the president, the vice-president, generals, rock bands, worked for military newspapers and magazines in Florida, Georgia, Germany, Korea, Illinois, and Kentucky. I have been published in motorcycle and photography magazines, wrote a photography column for the BMW Owners News, published in OUR STATE magazine, covered over 25 trips for some of the country's top travel companies, have led several photography workshops throughout the United States, Germany, Denmark, and Korea. I also have had work published in other newspapers, magazines, websites, CD covers, and publications. I am a photographer. I am a photography teacher.
 
I take photographs. That is what I do. Thousands of images over the years. I have met some of the top photographers in the world. I have attended workshops and lectures. Heck, I even have a Master's Degree in Photography from Columbia College in Chicago.
 
I teach. I am a teacher. And yes, this year while leading a photography trip to the Outer Banks, I got schooled. Got schooled good.
 
The above shot, in my opinion, is THE shot of the trip. About 20 photographers, thousands of images, this is the best. This is the shot. This is the shot that sums up the whole wild horses of the Outer Banks thing.
 
This is a cool shot.
 
I was there. I saw this. I missed it. It happened that fast.
 
Whoa! That was cool.
 
Wild horses. Wild horses on the beach. Wild horses in the dunes. Wild horses in North Carolina. Wild horses - actually acting wild.
 
Wild.
 
For the past two years I have taken my college photography class to the Outer Banks over Easter Break. We rent a house, get up early, stay out late, and photograph everything in between. I love it. They love it. There is something about taking what you learn in the classroom and getting out in the field and putting it to good use. In fact, I tell them that the classroom lectures are like Photography Boot Camp (you know, just like Parris Island).
 
I tell them what to do. I show them what to do. They practice around the college and in their backyards, but the real test is when they get out there and actually have to put it all on the line. Practice, practice, practice ... before you go on your first "big photography trip" to the OBX - or Iowa City.
 
It is a great experience. One week where photography is the key reason for being there. Many of my students have never been on a trip for a week where photography was the driving force to their day. Think about it. How often have you spent a week where you do nothing but think about photography, talk about photography, plan your day around photography, dream about photography, and spend the week with photographers?
 
I thought so.
 
I love it. They love it. Several of them bring their husbands, or wives, their kids (or nephews, nieces, grandkids) ... one even brought her dog (true, she stayed at another house), but still, it is a true photography vacation. Kids and all.
 
One of the days we headed north on Route 12 to Corolla for both the Currituck Lighthouse and the horses -- and Duck,  shops, beaches, etc ... But it really is about the lighthouse and the horses.
 
Getting to the lighthouse is easy, the horses? Not so much. The road ends before you get there. You must drive on the beach. In the sand. It is fun. It is wild. We had a great time just getting to a place where we could find the horses. See the horses. Photograph the horses.
 
Easy.
 
Getting a shot like this? Not so easy. I led the way ... I was right there with my 50mm (equivalent) lens.
 
Yeah, I know. It is a game I play. One lens. Work on seeing images with one lens. Work it, work it, work it. You should try it.
 
That is the teacher in me. That is what I do when I'm not working for BACKROADS, VIKING RIVER CRUISES, or one of the other travel companies I shoot for.  I learn. I practice.
 
One lens. In Black and White.
 
Oh yeah, not just one lens - a fixed focal lenght lens at that - and, just for fun, I was shooting everything in B/W this week. Call me crazy.
 
Well, I must admit I cheated with some of the sunrises and sunsets ... you know, the LIGHT (as in color!) houses, the skies.
 
But there I was ... in the dunes with seven wild horses in front of me. Close -- but not too close (50 foot buffer zone). With my one lens. No zoom. No converter. No nothing. Right place, right subject ... wrong lens.
 
No ... not wrong lens, lets just say a challenging lens. Yes, that sounds better. I worked it. I used what I had. I shot. I looked. I waited. I saw it. I missed it.
 
Best of all though, I enjoyed it. I stayed. I was into the moment(s). I was into the "wild" aspect of the moment. These are not your regular horses on the farm back home. These are not pets. These are wild. These are big. Big and wild.
 
I kept thinking about being up in Alaska last summer photographing the grizzlies - ah, wild grizzlies - in Katmai National Park. The same feeling was there ... well, sort of the same feeling. OK, not even close, but it was a wild moment with wild animals, and I did have my camera. I loved it. It is all about the moment. The time. The experience. That's it ... the experience of being at the right place at the right time, with the right subject, and yes, even with the wrong lens. It is all about getting the image.
 
Just not THIS image. No, this image was captured by Chase Story. No, not one of my college students. The son of one of my college students. The eight year old son of one of my college students.
 
Yes. Eight years old.
 
I got schooled -- well, we got schooled -- by an eight year old photographer with his mother's camera and long lens.
 
The best shot of the day.
 
The best shot of the week.
 
Now that is photography. That is a photography workshop on the Outer Banks with my college class. The right place, the right time, with the right camera, the right lens, the right subject, and ... the right moment. That one moment.
 
And did I mention, eight years old? In this case ... the right age.
 
I can't even remember eight. I don't think I even took a picture by age eight. I know I never saw anything like this at age eight.
 
What I do know is that I'm ready for next year. I look forward to taking what I learned this year (from an eight year old) and applying it to next year's trip ...
 
That is ... To experience the world as an eight year old ... again. And again ... and again. 
 
One frame at a time.
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Available Light
 
 
I was out front in my yard shooting my favorite Dogwood tree with an 80-400mm lens. Hey, the light was nice, what do you expect?
 
Shot a few different views before seeing this image in my mind's eye before I even shot it.
 
I knew what I wanted. The light was nice, I had a shadow in the background which I knew would make it go black, and I walked my lens in as close as I could. Perfect.
 
Well, yes, it was nice, but perfect? I don't know ... there was a slight wind. Was I getting the branch sharp enough? Was there enough light to shoot with a fast enough shutter speed to stop the motion? True, it was nice, but late evening, fading  light. Did I have to boost up my ISO? Oh, this "yard work" was getting tough.
 
Then I remembered I had my flash set up in my living room on my stand inside the softbox ... yeah, I know. That's my life.
 
So ... it was available, I went in and got it. Simple as that. Available light. Just what I needed. Left the softbox inside, set the stand just out of the viewfinder's frame, behind and to the left of the flower -- just like the sun. I then zoomed the flash head out to 85mm to narrow the band of light, programed my Nikon CLS (Creative Lighting System) to fire the flash off-camera, and was ready.
 
Had the camera set for -1.7 or -2.0 exposure compensation (OK, so I can't remember all the details) to darken the background. That seemed to work (that, I do remember) ... I took a photo. I reviewed the photo. Then I set the flash compensation to +1.0 to kick in and boost the output of the flash one stop brighter than the sun.
 
Yeah, I did all this from the camera's menu ... try one setting, change it, shoot again. The camera's compensation button effects both the flash and the camera ... so, with the camera/flash going dark, I made up for it by bringing the flash power up one stop -- making it lighter. Has something to do with math, but I don't tell my college photography students that ... they, like me, freak out at the mention of the "m" word ... you know, math. Math in an art class? Say what?
 
But come on, this is photography class, this is art! What does math have to do with anything?
 
Art it is. You are the artist, you should worry about art, let the camera do all the math -- and/or science. Science?
 
Nikon did name it their "creative lighting system" didn't they?  Be creative. Be artistic. Just set it up, try it, and change it. Play, play, play. Just like I used to do in math class.
 
And yes, I even tell them ... you can check your own work. And make corrections.
 
Just don't call it math.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Spring Break
 
 
OK, as usual, I goofed up. When I made up my classes for the Spring semester, I could of swore they did not list 12 March as Spring Break. I double checked.
 
I had us going to South Mountain State Park. Spring. State Park. Great plan.
 
And of course, two weeks before the trip, one of the students mentioned that the college was on Spring Break ... did I really have a trip planned?
 
Of course not. I was just testing them ...
 
We had Spring Break. I went to South Mountain. Fishing. The recent rain had the stream flowing real nice ... Peaceful. Quiet. Sunny. Perfection. 
 
And trout. Rainbow trout. Brook trout. And a fly rod. And the stream all to myself. Spring. Break. Spring Break. Perfect.
 
And ... of course, a camera. Remember, I am a photography instructor, right? It was a Saturday. I have been teaching photography at CCC&TI on Saturdays since 1995. Habit.
 
 
I carry my Pentax W80 with me when I fish. Water-proof camera, water ... pretty easy. The perfect camera. Small. Point-n-shoot. Has my "Three Buttons" ... just add trout.
 
Being out there ... that is what it is all about. And trout. And a camera. Perfect. Well, actually catching  trout made it perfect ... but being out there is always nice. I have been fishing this same stream since ... I don't know, since I moved here in 1993. Habit. Spring. Stream. Fly-fishing. Perfect.
 
Eight trout? Even better. Eight trout. One image. Perfect-est.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Don't Light All of It
 
 
I teach photography ... and study photography ... and practice photography. It really is the same thing.
 
I believe teaching is really stealing everything you can from other artists and passing it on to others.
 
No, really. Think about it ... I read books and magazines, I look at images, I buy Lighting DVDs, Travel to the Edge DVDs (and watch them over and over again), I explore YouTube, I take pictures like the ones I read about and look at ... I am a photographer.
 
And I teach. I teach what I experience, what I learn. What, in reality, I steal along the way.
 
Joe McNally ... I read everything I can find on him. You should too. I buy his videos ... I buy his books ... I read his Blogs ... and yes, I steal every bit of wisdom I can from him - and his years of experience. I would even attend his workshops and lighting seminars if I wasn't busy teaching my students all that I learned from him. And everyone else. Heck, I even learn from my students - then pass it on, right back to them.
 
That is teaching, right? I read something, I see something, I hear something, I try something, and I share that something with someone else. Simple. Teaching.
 
And it is not just Joe McNally, or Bob Kirst, or Jody Cobb, or, in that case, just photographers. No, they all stole it from other artists -- ah, like starting with the cave painters of their day. Rocks, clay, bronze, canvas, paper, metal, glass, film, computers, vending machines ... it is all the same. Art.
 
Now, back to Joe McNally and light. Photography is light ... I even made it my First Rule - Look at the Light. Yes, I made that up all by myself. Pretty good, right?
 
Light. It is photography. After reading Joe's book, THE MOMENT IT CLICKS, it clicked. I read the whole book and came away with the brillant idea that if you want to light something and make it look interesting, don't light all of it. Again, that simple.
 
 Joe wrote it (I guess maybe he even said it first. Well, before me anyways ...). I stole it from him, and now I practice what he preaches. That is learning. That is teaching. That is what it is all about.
 
And yes, Joe even hints to the fact that he is sure someone else told him about this simple fact, this brillant concept, years ago.
 
After all, they don't call it Rembrant Lighting for nothing. But in this digital age of wireless flash and big softboxes, McNally Lighting doesn't sound that bad ... has a nice ring to it.
 
Well, maybe not. Maybe in a couple hundred years ...
 
OK ... back to the concept. Don't light the whole subject if you want to add a little mystery, a little drama. A little "art".
 
I like the concept, I like the results. The beauty of today's equipment is that you can try it a dozen different ways to see which one looks best to you. No rules, no formulas. No charts or scales to figure out. Place the flash here, place it there. Low. High. Soft. Harsh. Bright. Dark. Play, play, play (true, another concept I came up with ...).
 
Just stick the flash somewhere and see how it looks. Try different effects. Spread the light, funnel the light. Color the light. Control the light. It's digital. Think of it as free artistic expression. Delete what you don't like, keep the ones you do. And yes, I just came up with that concept too ... all by myself.
 
I was in Granite Falls, NC, at one of my favorite places to take my classes. ANTIQUE VENDING, owned and operated by Allan Huffman. Great guy, great place. Think of an old 1950's soda shop that never threw anything away ... and multiply that by about a hundred. Or two or three hundred. All in one place. Vending machines after vending machines. All lined up, row after row ...
 
And stuff. That is the beauty. The "stuff". It keeps growing ... toys, fans, bikes, cameras, stuff ...
 
I came across this face in all that stuff. I set-up my flash off-camera in a sofbox on a stand. Low and to the right. The Nikon CLS (Creative Lighting System) did all the work for me. I just thought of what Joe said - and Halloween - and came up with this image.
 
Yeah - in a vending machine museum. In Granite Falls, NC. Who would of thunk?
 
That simple. Read. Watch YouTube (yes, that is where I found out my camera could do all this wonderful stuff). Play. Enjoy.
 
Oh ... and learn.
 
Try it. 
 
Then pass it on. You don't even have to mention my name.
 
** FYI: Just purchased Joe McNally's new 2 DVD set, The LANGUAGE of LIGHT. Excellent ... and now I know who passed on to Joe the notion of not lighting all of the subject -- The great LIFE photographer, and later, editor: John Loengard.
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Another Look
 
Snow day. No school. For the second day in a row ... Oh yeah.
 
First day I made a video of my "greatest hits" over the past 25 years or so. Well, you know, some of my greatest hits. OK, some of my favorite images ...
 
Truth is, I bought one of those digital picture frames for my mother at Christmas and went through all (OK ... most) of my digital files and came up with 503 that I thought she would like. Yes, I was going to stop at 500 but just came across a few others ...
 
And since I had them all on one CD anyway ...
 
I put them to music ... made the video.
 
Then I got an e-mail ...
 
Which led to putting together a free 8"x 8" book via Shutterfly ... I wasn't going to, but ... all those images on one CD, come on! Easy.
 
Then, another snow day ...
 
That got me thinking ... these were only the images I picked out for my website. What if I went back and took another look? I have thousands and thousands of images on DVDs and CDs that have just been sitting for years.
 
I go through them pretty fast ... BAM! I get home from a trip, burn them to DVDs, then skim through them and pick out the 30 to 40 "bestest" shots ... run them through PhotoDeluxe (yes, really), burn the smaller "final cuts" to a CD, then post them to my website. Fast. Really fast. Done.
 
That's it. I forget about the "other" shots I took and only remember the trip through the images I see every day. I show them to my students at the middle school, my college students, and use them in my videos, that's it.
 
The rest just sit there. Like my pictures in the photo albums I never look at, and the file cabniet full of slides from the days of, well, slides. Film. You know, the "good 'ol days". Haven't used them in years ...
 
Memories.
 
But ... I digress ... where was I? Oh yeah, snow days.
 
I was sitting around the apartment and was thinking I have some shots of the pyramids that I would like to check out. Yeah, that is what two days off from school can do to you.
 
So, I dug out my Egypt DVDs and went through them, looking ... well, two of them anyway. Now that I think about it, there were some other shots I remember taking that I didn't see ...
 
Well, the point of all this is that taking another look can be a good thing. It has been two years ... two and a half years, since I was in Egypt. Since I've looked at the original images on the DVDs.
 
I came across this one ...
 
Glad I took another look. Any more snow days and who knows what I will come up with.
 
Take another look ... a new look, at your old images, you never know what you might come up with.
 
 
 
 

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Over and Over Again
 
I never tire of this. I have shot  subjects like this for years. Over and over again. I never tire of it.
 
Place your subject in the light, look for a shadow to use for the background, and under-expose the image. Simple. Over and over again. In the studio, in the field, in your backyard, downtown Moscow, it does not matter. Look at the light, check your background, and minus, minus, minus ...
 
Black background, bright subject. Work it, work it, work it.
 
Ginko leaf. 8:30am. Held the leaf up against the early morning light. Zoomed in ... checked the background to make sure it was in shadow (used the shadow of other trees), set my exposure compensation dial to minus two, and fired off three or four quick shots.
 
OK. That sounded too easy ... Forgot to mention I did it over and over again. Minus 1.3 ... minus 1.7 ... checked the results ... zoomed in and out, moved around looking for shadows, tried it again. Got it. Headed for the car ...
 
Thought about it one more time ... went back, looked for the original leaf (it was big!), couldn't find it. Looked around for another one ... found a good one. Did it again. Over and over again.
 
Got it. Again.
 
Drove home ... opened the image in PhotoDeluxe (yes, I still use the original Adobe beginner program), re-sized it, added a wee bit of contrast, went a little darker, sharpened.
 
Got it.
 
What makes it better than the other Ginko shots over the years (you know I have done this before, right?)???
 
The backlit frost on the edges ...
 
That extra touch. The added bonus.
 
Got it.
 
Until next time ...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Seeing
 
 
I enjoy fly-fishing at South Mountain State Park, have for years. Same place, same stream, same rocks, same trees, same parking space. Really, I park at the same place every time. 15 years. Same everything.
 
Spring and Fall. I don't fish in the Summer. Can't say I drive over much in the Winter either. Spring and Fall.
 
I love it.
 
I fish. I run the trails. I relax. I actually relax while I fish. And run. I guess I relax by fishing and running.
 
And looking. I am always looking. I am a photographer. I see things. I see images while I fish. I see images while I run. While I walk. While I ... well, I just see images. Period. That is who I am. That is what I do.
 
Always.
 
Sometimes I even take a camera with me while fishing. Sometimes I don't. It is a love-hate relationship. I love to fish. I love to take pictures. I hate to miss pictures while I'm fishing. But at the same time, I hate to think I will miss any fish if I stop and take pictures.
 
Do I catch fish or take pictures? Or go hiking? Or running? Or just take images? 
 
I see images all the time. Sometimes I just want to fish. Sometimes I just like to enjoy the park. The stream. The leaves. The color. The beauty. The quiet. The images ...
 
Didn't catch that many fish this day (caught and released three) ... and didn't take that many pictures, but this one image (I kept three), gives you some idea of why I go to South Mountain State Park.
 
And why I fish. And what I see.
 
What I see while fishing. It is all good.
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Rules, Rules, Rules
 
 
I have taught photography for years and have said it many times; look at the light, get closer, and shoot lots of images ... over and over and over again.
 
I have shot Fall Colors for years and have said over and over again; look at the light, get closer, and shoot lots of images.
 
Period.
 
This Fall is no different. I went to Bass Lake a second weekend in a row and followed my own rules. Well, true, they are my rules, but I stole them from every photographer and artist from the Middle Ages on ...
 
Art is art. Shooting Fall Colors is no different. This image takes all of my rules and shows why I have three rules.
 
I got there around 6am to be in place before the light arrived. I used my longest lens (my old 80-400mm VR). And, I hung around for 6 hours - looking, shooting,  shooting, looking, shooting, and shooting some more. And looking.
 
1, 2, 3. Great light (backlight), got closer (600mm equiv.), and shot over 400 images by noon.
 
This is the result (well, one of them anyways). Light. Color. Contrast. Shadow. Design. Art.
 
I love Fall.
 
I love rules.
 
I love the results.
 
Simple as 1, 2, 3. Even got in a three mile run ... can't get any better than that.
 
 
 

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Breaking the Rules
 
 
 
Rule Number Three : Shoot Lots of Images.
 
Pretty simple. Photographers take lots of pictures to improve the odds of coming away with that one great image. Makes sense to me. In fact, it is my rule ...
 
Bass Lake is a wonderful place to do just that; take lots of images. The tress, the lake, the sky, the leaves, the colors, the water lillies, the patterns, shapes, and lines. Unreal.
 
This summer I ended up in Jim Brandenburg's Studio in Ely, MN and bought the video CHASED BY THE LIGHT. I knew the story ... one picture a day for 90 days. Last week I shared it with my class. Today I did just that ... one click.
 
I actually sat down, looked through the lens, moved the lens up and down, to the right, the left. Did it again ... looking. Seeing. I found the scene one minute after parking the van. First scene I came to; I knew it was the scene. That simple.
 
The lake, the water lillies, the reflections ... I saw it as a telephoto image of the lilly pads "stacked up" on top of each other with the reflections of the leaves giving it a surreal look. I tried different views. My 105mm macro was not quite giving me the look I was looking for.
 
Changed to a longer lens. Brought out my 18-200mm. Perfect. I liked it. The light was right, the lake was perfect ... then I thought a polarizer would help. No problem, slipped mine on and turned it to see the different results. Look, turn, look, turn ... Zoomed in, zoomed out ... Oh, I like it.
 
Not what I first envisioned, but I like it. The wide angle look took in the sky, the trees, the lake, the reflection. Nice. That is how it works, you know, "the best laid plans of mice and men" and all that.
 
Different perspective, different vision. I liked it. I checked the ISO, I checked the compensation, thought about the compensation, I checked the white balance ... thought about that darn compensation again ... no, I am not always this careful, this slow. No, usually,  I shoot what I feel, when I feel it. Shoot first, ask questions later. This was different. I only had one shot. I looked, I thought, I waited for the people to walk out of the image ... I checked again ... I, well, I guessed. I hoped. 200 ISO. Cloudy White Balance. Minus one compensation. Horizion level. Check, check, check, check. Click. Whew.
 
Done.
 
One shot. Even turned off my monitor so I wouldn't see the results until later ... you know, like the good 'ol days of film. Drove me nuts ... Walked away. Had another two hours or so before I was to meet up with my class. I saw images everywhere ... that really drove me nuts. Spider web lit by the sun ... back-lit leaves ... the pattern of upside down lilly pads ... the  red and green colors ... the yellow leaves/blue sky ... Images everywhere.
 
I walked into the woods, sat down and just looked. No camera. Just looked.
 
Then I walked some more ... looked some more. Came back to the lake, ran into a couple of friends. Talked. Even got my camera out and "looked" with it. Shots everywhere. I just looked, played. I had my shot.
 
Beautiful day. Met up with the class, drove to Woodlands for lunch ... talked about how great the day was. Looked at the image.
 
Not bad.
 
One click. One image.
 
Rule Number Four (If I had that many!) ...
 
Break the Rules.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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GEOGRAPHY PHOTOGRAPHY
 
 
I am lucky enough to share my passion for geography and travel with a 7th grade Social Studies class at Granite Falls Middle School in North Carolina.
 
I have a degree and everything. I also host the NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC Geography Bee every year and just love it. I love geography. And travel. And travel photography. And, I must say, I love the 7th grade.
 
To tell you the truth, I actually have a hard time remembering the 7th grade, but I do remember working (OK, looking at the pictures) in the books and dreaming what it must be like to actually see what is in the pictures, to actually go there ... The Alps, The Sahara, The Amazon, The Great Wall, The Nile ... the list goes on and on. The Grand Canyon, Alaska, Siberia, The Frozen Continent ... I wanted to go there. See that.
 
Still do.
 
Fact is, I have. Well, some of them anyways -- still working on that Frozen Continent thing. The beauty -- and what I try to explain to my students -- is that there are always more places to go to, more things to experience, more people (and animals) to meet.
 
More images to be made.
 
While putting together a lesson for the class, I came across this image ... from Norway. A motorcycle adventure riding up and down these roads ... see the road on the far shore? Yeah, up one side, down the other. Unreal.
 
I took that photograph. I was there. I remember that road. I remember dreaming ...
 
That is geography. That is teaching. That is sharing. One image, one lesson.
 
One dream.
 
Not mine this time ... 7th graders. Who knows where they will go, what they will see? What roads they will take?
 
I love it.
 
 
 
 

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Photographic Therapy
 
 
2 Aug 09. I will remember that one ...
 
Luxembourg. Out there shooting the capital at twilight. Crossing the street -- yes, in the walkway ... BAM.
 
Never saw the wire hoop ... a wire hoop? What? I couldn't believe it. Yes, some sort of trash in the street tripped me up big time. Torn rotator cuff and ... just to make it more interesting, a torn bicep tendon.
 
Whew. Sure, the tripod and camera in my left hand were fine ... but my shooting hand was gone. Couldn't even hold my camera up to my eye.
 
Crazy.
 
Three days later I was in Ireland. Yeah, that Ireland. For the first time. Driving one handed on the wrong -- oops, different, side of the road.
 
Crazy.
 
Yes, I still took hundreds of images -- using my left hand to hold up my right. Had a great time, just loved it.
 
Then I got home.  Middle school, college. Cross-Country. Monday through Thursday night classes, even a Saturday class.
 
Useless right arm. Took awhile ... One doctor to see another doctor, to get x-rays, MRI, you name it ... All to find out what we knew all along. Surgery on 22 Sep 09. Missed three days of school/college ...
 
Real crazy.
 
All because of a wire hoop thrown out of some car's window or something ...
 
Sling, pain, pain-killers, doctor visits, physical theraphy, more pain, more pain-killers. Over and over ... everything but photography. I was mad.  I couldn't hold my camera. I couldn't take photographs. School/college was a blur. More pain-killers.
 
Crazy.
 
Then it hit me ... BAM. Mentioned it to my college class; I would start taking a photo-a-day starting 1 Oct 09. Great idea. Force myself to take a picture every day to get over this period in my life.
 
Great.
 
Tried it but I was to mad/angry to really give it a chance. Took one or two ... Hey, I was busy, I worked all day at the middle school, taught four nights a week at the college - one, a hour drive up the mountain in Boone (one handed) ... Crazy.
 
I gave up.
 
For a day or two ... well, actually, three.
 
Then, on 6 Oct 09 (a Tuesday no less) I got it right. Got out the tripod, mounted my camera, attached my cable release, and just left it in my living/dining room.
 
I had a half-hour window between school and college (and before it got dark!) and just walked in, took the tripod a few steps out my door, and fired away ... sometimes just once, sometimes a few times -- maybe five or six.
 
Then I turned around, walked back in, and looked at the images -- and saved just one. Period. Done. Ready for the next night. It got fun after a few days, weeks, months ... even got home after dark one night and just reached for the good 'ol flashlight. Fun.
 
Crazy. Crazy fun.
 
It is all good ... good for me, good for my arm, and good for my art. 90 days of looking for something new just outside my front door.
 
True, I did visit family at Lake James over Thanksgiving, and also took off for the "Southern Swamps" at Christmas, but I still kept looking for "trees in my front yard". Different trees, different yard... same theme. Trees. I worked at it, I looked for it.
 
90 days ... I got out of my sling, I kept up my physical therapy, and worked on my photographic therapy as well. It all clicked. My attitude changed, I felt better about my injury, I felt better about my photography. Still couldn't hand-hold my camera, but I was getting better, my shoulder was getting better.
 
It was all good.
 
Crazy good.
 
 
 
 
 
 

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  Copenhagen

    Deja-vu

 

It hit me as I was walking to The Little Mermaid. I was just following the line of people along the water; turn right, veer left, repeat.

It was a nice day, I was in no hurry, and then it hit me.

Yeah, I knew I was in Copenhagen before, I’m not that bad ... I even remember walking from the downtown area to the small statute that gains so much attention. That I remember.

What caught me by surprise were the windows ... Bam! that was it. I had been here before, the same route, the same building, the same windows. I know, I have the picture. My picture. No, not a picture, a  slide. I have the slide upstairs in the filing cabinet somewhere. And a digital file of the image on a CD somewhere downstairs.

I'll find it.

Twenty years ... no, twenty-two. I was walking by this same building - I have no idea what building, I just remember the windows. Well, to be honest, I didn’t remember the windows. I remembered my reflection in the windows. That was it. I had taken this image before.

I remember images. Don’t you?

That is what I do; take images. One image out of tens of thousands came into view. I was here, my camera bag (I still own it) over one shoulder, a camera (either a Minolta X-570 or X-700, OK, I’m not that good - I had both) over the other, and in my right hand, another Minolta, as I crouched down to photograph a boat as it sailed by. I remember. Me, framed in a window with a boat.

So, what did I do?

Yeah, I crouched over and looked for another shot just like the last shot. True, I didn’t have a camera bag over my shoulder (older) or a second camera (smarter) but I did crouch over in my "photographer stance"; looking, waiting, thinking, planning, remembering, and yes, to be real honest - giggling like crazy, having a riot, making yet another image. A new image.

I love doing what I do. Simple as that. Twenty-two years and I’m still at it, still out there looking, seeing, playing ...

That is what photography is all about. That is what I am all about. Yeah, it is not all good, all the time - I have my regrets - but man, it was good this time; just as it was the last time. Giggling.

Deja-vu.

And yes, I kept waiting for a boat to sail by ... different year, different day, different image. But hey, the bike works.

I’ll see what I can do the next time.

 

 

 

 

A Vision Shared

I teach photography part-time at a small community college in Hudson, North Carolina. My "real" job is that of a Special Education teacher, but for the past ten years I have combined my passions for photography, travel, and motorcycles into a "third" career as a motorcycle adventure photographer/writer. It has turned out to be a great way for me to express myself doing what I love to do.

I began by writing a motorcycle photography column for the BMW OWNERS NEWS, which lead to writing travel articles for ROADBIKE magazine, which has lead to motorcycle adventures in the Alps, Canada, Mexico, Norway, and a second trip to the Alps this past summer. I enjoy what I do and have a passion to share it with others. Which leads me back to my photography classes at the college.

I first met Jack Daulton in my Saturday class in 1995. As I always say, anyone willing to meet at 9am on a Saturday morning to learn photography is halfway there. Jack was there and ready to make that next big step - that being a free-lance photographer. In fact, it was Jack that introduced me to OUR STATE: Down Home in North Carolina, the state magazine. The fact that neither of us were actually from North Carolina never entered the picture. Jack  moved here from Indiana in 1992, a year before I settled here from ... well, lets just say I worked as a military photographer for ten years and lived in a number of places, but I grew up in up-state New York. I had never heard of the magazine but we talked about submitting work to magazines in general and that the most important aspect is to just submit the work in the first place. I believe Jack went first, I followed.

Jack’s first step was a very successful move to say the least. Over the years he has three covers to his credit and numerous images inside the magazine. His "real" job is that of a social worker, but as a free-lancer, he is one of the magazine’s top contributors. He has also become well known in the area for his intimate look at nature and has become heavily involved in two local camera clubs and a regular award winner at Grandfather Mountain’s annual Nature Photography Weekend held in June. His most recent success has come in the form of an image being published in OUTDOOR PHOTOGRAPHY magazine, in my opinion, the finest photography magazine on the market.

He is also a regular guest speaker at my college classes. From student to teacher, Jack has come full circle and continues to work on his craft. As I viewed Jack’s recent work, the notion of "Shared Vision" entered my mind. Even if the subjects are different, the vision was the same. Photography is not so much of what you see as it is on how you see it.

Although I am also a contributor to OUR STATE magazine, much of my recent work evolves around my old passions: motorcycles, travel, and photography. I bought my first motorcycle in 1970. My first cross-country motorcycle adventure took place in 1973, the same year I received my first camera as a high school graduation present. That was when and where my third "career" began although it would take another twenty-five years to come full-circle.

In the meantime, I had joined the Marines, gone off to college, learned photography, became a photographer for the Department of the Army (as a civilian), worked as a free-lance photographer, and received a Master’s Degree in photography while living near Chicago. It took awhile, but I too have come full-circle.

That is the one aspect of "Shared Vision" that is not obvious, the fact that both Jack and I share more than just a "vision" or a way of seeing the world, we share a passion that has taken years for us to get to where we are, a drive that pushes us to succeed, and the willingness to take that extra step, or in our cases, that extra frame.

The goal of any photographer is to make a personal statement on any one aspect of life that comes before the camera or envisioned with a camera. For many times, what is before the artist and what is seen through the camera are totally different. In fact, that is the beauty of using a camera. No matter how new a camera is or how advanced the technology is, it is still just a tool. It is, and always will be, the person behind the camera that dictates the final outcome, it is just a matter of being able to predict what that outcome will be. Taking a picture is as simple as pushing a button. Making an image, on the other hand, involves all that goes on before pushing that button. A big difference.

What Jack Daulton and I share is simple. In truth, that is what we share, simplicity. Look at our images and I hope you come away with one thing: Both photographers keep it simple. One of my favorite quotes that I have posted on my bulletin board at school is: "The greatest artist is the simplifier". That is the vision that Jack and I share. It really is that simple. It is not so much what we photograph, it has everything to do with how we photograph it.

 

 

 

PEOPLE PHOTOGRAPHY:

More than the Person

 

People photography is more than taking pictures of people. That would be the easy part. Just as there is more to the person than one could tell in 1/250th of a second, telling the story of a person is more than recording them on film.

Pointing a camera at people has been special since the invention of the tool itself. It is still one of my greatest joys as a photographer. If I am out with my camera and people are around, sooner or later they tend to appear in my viewfinder. It was not always that way.

Working with people is just that - work. It is something that I try to convey in my photography classes that I teach for the local community college, but it is also the hardest concept of photography to teach. In fact, I tell my students that it is the one aspect of photography that I can not teach them. It must be learned, but it can not be taught by anyone other than themselves.

Getting out there, meeting people, photographing people, is the only way that anyone can learn how they relate to other people. Work at working with people, with strangers, that is how one becomes a better people photographer. Work.

It is also something that is much greater than the subject itself. It is hard to explain, but I often state that it is not the person I am photographing, but an aspect of that person that I wish to explore, to capture, to photograph. What caught my eye? Was it the freckles? The mustache? The light? Was it the person, or was it what the person was wearing or doing? People photography is more than a portrait of a person.

Often, and I hope people take this kindly, I use people as nothing more than props. The Chicago skyline. The Vietnam Memorial. The Great Wall. Here, it is not so much the person, it is where the person is. Now, if it is your wife and/or family, or even yourself, the concept is reversed of course, and it becomes the person first, location second. Same frame, just a different frame of mind.

As far as travel photography is concerned, one of the greatest aspects of traveling is meeting new people. What would any town or city, or even a National Park be without people? Visit any country, large city, small village; stop at any general store, anywhere, any country, and you will find people worth meeting. If they are worth meeting, they are worth photographing. Get to know them better by sharing time on either side of the camera. You must enjoy meeting people in order to enjoy the results of photographing people. Very simple.

Another simple concept is that the human element, or form, adds to any scene. Landscape, cityscape, mountain vista, or desert expanse, the placement of a person within the frame gives the image a perspective that the viewer can relate to. A scale. More than just a landscape, more than just a person.

Take that one step farther. Many cameras today have a self-timer that can be used to place yourself into the scene. In the middle of nowhere? Show it my making yourself a very small and insignificant part of the image. In a crowed city? Place yourself within the chaos surrounded by the masses. Your placement  within the image alters the story you wish to tell. Think about what you, the photographer, want to say, and use the human form as another tool to get your message across. It is more than the person.

One aspect of traveling is that you end up in some great places. All travelers like the "I was there" aspect that photography offers. You made it, this proves it. The only problem with that is in many cases, the resulting picture shows a tiny person - could be anybody - standing in front of this or that famous landmark. Proof that someone made it, but who? Often the landmark is many times the size of the adventurer and, in order to fit it all in, the photographer backs up, or worst yet, tells the person to back up until they end up the size of an ant in this wonderful landscape, lost for all practical purposes.

The key is perspective. Next time you are watching the evening news, check out the relationship between the newscaster and the background while on location. They are up close, and the background plays off them, not the other way around.

Next time you are at a certain famous landmark (or not so famous) and want to photograph yourself, and/or your friends, place them close to the lens and then see where you want the landmark placed in relationship to them. A wide angle lens is great for the situation, as long as you don’t get right up in their face. Many of the cameras on the market today offer some type of zoom lens. Try using the shortest setting (e.i. 35mm on a 35 - 80 zoom lens) and have your subject about four or five feet from the camera, off center of the landmark in the background. Perspective is the key, use it to your advantage. In this case it is more than just the location or the person. It is the relationship between the two. Work at it.

Which leads me to my last suggestion, which, if you remember, is one of my rules - get closer. No matter what the case, by getting closer, you fill your frame with what is important. People photography is based on meeting people, sharing something with those people, and recording that experience on film or digital chip. True, people photography can mean different things to different people, but to me, getting involved in someone else’s life, even for  1/250th of a second, is the key to a successful trip and, as Bob Seger once poetically sang ... "Makes me a wealthy soul".

 Take the time to show your subject just how important they are to you. Take an extra shot or two (or eight or twelve) and work on bringing out the best of them in your images.

Which reminds me of the greatest aspects of switching to digital over the past couple of years - Instant feedback. The ability to share the moment, that one moment, is a great joy that can not be overlooked. To capture a smile and be able to share it with that person, and their family and friends, opens the door for many more smiles and images.

I might not be able to speak Russian, Chinese, Spanish, or Greek, but I can communicate with people anywhere in the world with a digital screen and a smile of my own. It is more than the person or the camera.

 I hope this artice (and the images on my website) and concepts on people photography speak for the need to see people in a new light, one where you begin to see people for what they are, not just what they look like.

Many of my favorite images are of people. "My" young Tunisian girl, the Russian soldier saluting, the Hmong girl with her headpiece, the "Amazon Girl" with her paddle ... All these people, and countless more, are forever with me. That moment, that connection, for however brief, will always be with me. Stay, this moment.

One such encounter was at the Rhinebeck, NY BMW rally where I gave my first motorcycle photography workshop. I met a gentlemen with the greatest handlebar mustache - No, make that a handlebar beard, I have ever seen. Wait, make that the only handlebar beard I have ever seen.

After a few shots, and getting the image I envisioned, he commented on the fact that I must be weird to do what I do, or something to that effect.

We laughed and parted ways. He was right of course, and I was pleased to see that someone else picked up on the fact that I love to do what I do. Weird? Well yes, but I like to think of it as a good weird ... Like growing a handlebar beard.

Meeting, and photographing people, is one of my passions. Weird? Maybe, but then again, it is more than just photographing the person, now isn't it?

 

 

 

 

Getting Out There

 

For me, photography is more than recording light on film. No, that is only one small part of photography. I love getting out there and doing what I enjoy doing. At the same time, being a photographer is what gets me out there in the first place. It is a vicious cycle. One passion drives another until they actually become one.

During the school year, I work as an Special Education teacher at a middle school, coach cross-country and track, plus teach photography part-time at the local community college. I keep busy.

My "third job", if I can call it that, is working as a photographer for adventure travel companies during my Christmas, Easter, and summer vacations. I love teaching. I love to travel. I love to experience life with a camera. Life is good.

For the past ten summers I have worked with a few motorcycle touring companies and magazines, a river cruise ship company, a couple bicycle touring companies (both road and off-road), a couple white-water rafting companies, an Amazon River Lodge, even a company that "rents" out vacation houses in Europe. Works for me.

I combine my passion for travel with photography, throw in the writing aspect that is new to me, and come up with a wonderful way to spend my spare time. I joke and tell my middle school students that I work during the summer to get as far away from them as possible. Italy. Austria. Germany. Norway. Slovenia (I like that one, none of the kids has even heard of it). James Bay. The Copper Canyon. The Seine, Elbe, Danube, Volga, and the Yangtze rivers, plus some Dutch and Belgium waterways. The Trans-Siberian Railway. Hong Kong. Hawaii. The Colorado River. Baja. Napa Valley. Mammoth Cave. New Orleans. Egypt. Nova Scotia. Panama. Costa Rica. The Galapagos. The list goes on and on ...

I love getting out there.

Getting out there. That is what drives me, and in so doing, it is therefore the driving force behind my photography. Think of photography as a visual passion, one that moves you, and you will begin to understand what photography means to me. The camera is a tool. For me, photography is getting out there, doing something, being involved, working at being an artist, expressing yourself. Period.

That is photography. That is being an artist. That is getting out there.

Actually, it has very little with photography, and that is the point. Remember, the camera is just a tool. Letting light reach film, or a digital sensor, has very little to do with being a photographer. True, it is photography in a nutshell, but it is only a small part of actually being a photographer, an artist. To me, photography is passion, and that is what makes, or breaks, the final product.

Life experiences make us who we are, as a person, and as an artist. Everything we do, every picture we take leads us to our next image. My childhood, living in Greece as a child, sports, the Marine Corps, living in Japan, Germany, and Korea, working in a camera store, motorcycles, everything ... I do what I do because of who I am. My images are the direct result of my experiences, both as a person and a photographer.

Driving a motorcycle through Arches National Park before sunrise is an experience that is special. A full moon, the twisting, smooth, empty road, the chill in the air, the vastness which encompassed me, the magnitude of the place. That is what I remember. That is what I wanted to capture, that is what drove me, not my motorcycle. It was awesome. Words, my words anyway, can not express how I felt. That is why I carry a camera. That is what I was out there for in the first place. Experience it first, capture it on film second. It can be no other way. That is photography. That is being a photographer. That is what I mean by getting out there.

Photographing Army recruits going through boot camp. What I remember most about that experience is standing around in the pouring rain, in the middle of a huge sand box with pine trees, surrounded by men and women with green and brown painted faces, working on my art. I loved it. I made a point of being there, staying there, working there. In the rain, I just brought out my small, point-and-shoot Canon underwater camera, put on a rain jacket, and kept on shooting. I loved it, the recruits loved it.

It is who I am.

Now, were all the pictures I took in the rain great pieces of art? No. Once more, that is not the point. Being out there, rain or shine, is the point. Point-and-shoot camera? Not the point (I like that one). The point is getting out there, experience something that moves you, and record it the best way you can, with whatever you can.

Getting up at 4am to take a taxi to the Great Wall ... a two hour drive north from Beijing. The taxi driver having to ask directions to a section of the wall not rebuilt for the tourists. Getting there at 6am to find myself alone with history. Yeah, I got a few nice images, but just being there, walking on a crumpled section of the Great Wall, it couldn’t get any better than that.

Then again, climbing Ayers Rock was pretty special. Richard the Lionheart’s castle ruins, Monet’s garden, flying low photographing the Great Barrier Reef, the sunset over Lake Baikal, the mud of the Alaskan Highway, motoring over the Alps, bicycling the Southern Alps, the Troll’s Staircase in Norway, the rapids of Cataract Canyon, swimming in the mist of Havasu Falls, running to the Arch at the tip of Baja to capture the sunrise ... The leaves at Old Salem, I could go on and on.

Experience is the key to becoming a better photographer, and by that, I mean more than just taking pictures. Every photograph one takes is a building block for the next image. It is also true that everything you do in life makes you a better photographer, camera or no camera. Simple as that. We are what we do. Get out there and experience life. Make it your art.

 

 

 

FOREVER YOUNG

 

I went and listened to Sam Abel, a long time National Geographic photographer, when he presented a lecture at Appalachian State University in Boone, NC. I have admired his work for many years and consider his work an influence on my own.

Quiet and artistic are words used to describe his work. Artistic I got right away, quiet, on the other hand, is not a word I would normally associate with describing a photographic image. That took me a bit longer. The journey was well worth the effort.

His slide show - yes, he still shoots slides - was based on his latest book, Stay, this Moment. Taken from a line of one of Virginia Wolfe’s novels, Mr. Abel discussed the ability of an image to capture a single moment and forever keep the subject in the image frozen in time. Forever young. A child. A young bride. Your father. Your grandparents. One moment that stays the way it is, never changes, never grows old.

What a powerful concept. Stay, this moment. As I look over my work from the past thirty years or so, I understand the implication. Photography, my photography, lets me re-live all the moments I have captured over the years. My first cross-country motorcycle tour, my time spent in Japan as a young Marine, my motorcycle trip to Alaska, my "Honeymoon Tour", then the start of my "real" photographic life. Florida, Georgia, Germany, Korea, Illinois, graduate school, OUR STATE magazine free-lance work, motorcycle tours and articles, river cruises, bicycle touring, white-water rafting, and college photography classes and workshops. My photographic life. The images that make up my life.

Stay, this moment.

I wish.

Of course, we all know that life does not work this way. Life goes on. My images of my married life are the only reminder I have of such a time. Life moves on. I have to resort to looking at my past images to actually remember what color my hair was. Memories fade. My images also remind me of how there are really never enough to cover a single life. Moments are lost, moments are forgotten. Never enough moments recorded. Never enough film or these new digital things.

I am just grateful for the images I do have. The moments I can project, the moments that stay with me forever. I was reminded of this recently while giving a slide show on North Africa to one of the seventh grade Social Studies classes at Granite Falls Middle School. A picture of a young Tunisian girl standing in front of a pottery kiln with smoke surrounding her was shown and the teacher mentioned that she liked the image and asked me about it. I went on to explain the story behind the image - I can remember it like it was yesterday, and was shocked to hear that the girl must be in her early twenties by now. What? "My" little Tunisian girl? No way ... I couldn’t believe it.

I really never thought about it. 1988. The girl looks to be about four or five years old, maybe six. I never even talked to her, never had the chance. Two frames. One with eye contact. Then my guide spoke to her, she glanced at him, another frame. Then she disappeared back behind the kiln. Gone. Less than a minute. Nineteen years ago. Stay, this moment. Her eye contact, our connection, has stayed with me ever since.

While running the other day, one of my favorite songs played on my I-pod. Forever Young, by Rod Stewart. The musical interpretation of Virginia Wolfe’s concept of a moment frozen in time. The musical equivalent of a photograph. I like it. It got me thinking of the role photography plays in one’s life. Forever young.

Every person, young or old, that I photograph on any given day, stays that age in my mind’s eye. It got me thinking of other images, other strangers, that I never really got to know, but remember through my images. Thirty, twenty five, twenty, fifteen, ten, five, or even a year ago, my images keep my subjects forever young. Young or old, the concept remains the same. The old man in Richland, NY that I photographed the summer before his death, remains the "old man from Unity Acres" sixteen years after the fact. The first "New Year’s Baby" born in the U.S. Army hospital in Bremerhaven, Germany is just that, a new born baby. I know, I have the image upstairs. OK, so she was born in the early hours of January 1st, 1986. Big deal. I was there, I photographed her. I remember. She was small. Forever young; even twenty plus years later. She is still tiny.

I could go on and on. Images stand out. My favorite images stay with me. All the others show up now and again in my lectures and on my website. Images that keep my memories forever on my mind, forever young.

What a concept.

Virginia Wofe wrote about it, Sam Abel talks about it, Rod Stewart sings about it, and I photograph it. Now I also get the chance to discuss it in my photography class and in my articles. I knew there was a reason I like Sam Abel’s images. Today, I know it had to do with more than just the images, it was the thought process behind those images.

Quiet images. Images that make you think, to envision, to infer more than what is presented before you. Again, I like to think they had some influence on my own work. What a concept.

Stay, this moment.

 

 

 

 

The Connection

(Article for The BMW News)

The place looked familiar. I had been here before. Four years earlier I had turned up this valley on the way to Passo di Stelvio in Italy, the highest mountain pass that I have yet to cross. It is also one of the few that I actually remember from my first trip through the Alps.

The cable car traveling overhead was the give away. It was Deja-vu. I had to stop. To be honest, I did not realize I was on the same road, the same valley. My first trip to the Alps is a faded blur. I was in heaven and really didn’t understand how special it all was. I was into the moment, but the moment kept getting better and better and I couldn’t keep up. This time I stopped and reflected on where I was and what I was seeing. More photos, more memories.

I photographed the valley with the cable car traveling overhead. Then my eye moved to the shadow of the cable car moving over the road. From there, I actually looked up and noticed men working in the field. Well, really, I noticed men working in a hay field on the side of a mountain. Not a hay field like the ones back home. These were hay fields in the Alps. Different. Special. Forget the cable car shadow thing, I had a new target. I was into the moment. A new moment. Things are always changing. I love it.

There was a group of four or five men working the hay field with hand rakes. I was hot just watching them. Like them, I kept on working. I worked my way around the edge of the road looking for the shot. I focused on a young guy near the edge of the field who was raking the cut hay into rows, getting it away from the edge and getting it into the sun to dry. I took a few shots, moved closer, and took a few more. Then I noticed an older gentlemen working up on the side of the mountain, off on his own. It was steep, the work was hard, yet he seemed to be in his environment. I moved up and joined him. I was now in my environment. We nodded, he took a second look, smiled, and kept on working. I checked the number of shots I had left on the roll of film (yes, this was the old days ...), smiled, and kept on working. This is the game I play. This is what I love to do.

Where was the sun? Where did I need to be? What did I want to say about this man? How could I "say it" photographically? Would the man continue working with all the attention he was now given? The younger guys were really getting into this now, yelling something, laughing. We were connecting without the hindrance of language. This is the aspect of photography that I love. The connection. I stayed and shot, he stayed and worked. He soon forgot about me and went on working. I soon forgot about how hot I was in my riding gear and kept on working. I had a few more frames left and just hung around, moving, watching, looking.

I’m not sure who wore who out, but he came down and talked, asked questions, laughed, talked some more, and laughed some more. Of course I had no idea what we were talking about but that has never stopped me before. I ride a motorcycle to get out there and meet people, to see things I haven’t seen before, and photograph everything in between. He talked, I listened. Body language, expressions, gestures, hand signals, and smiles go a long way. He sat down and rambled on while I stood there below him on the mountain and rambled on, looking, connecting, seeing.

Then I saw my image. If you know my work, you know I like to get close and record what it is that catches my eye about any one person. Standing there looking at this man holding his rake, I could not help but notice his hands. Hands. I love them. They tell a lot about a person. I now knew what I wanted to say about this man. As you know, it is a theme of mine that I never tire of. I saw the image in my head, now I had to record it on film.

I had the right lens on my camera. My favorite lens. A great travel lens that covers a lot of ground, is fairly light and small, and fits great in the saddlebag or tank bag. The Nikon 28 - 105mm (with macro) is my lens of choice. The keys being 28mm and macro. I tend to think of the 28mm as my "normal" lens. I just like it. It lets me work close without distorting the scene too much and allows me to place the subject within its environment. Now, throw in the 105mm focal length and, while working close, it makes a great telephoto lens. It puts me in there optically where I like to look around, yet lets me keep a comfortable working distance from my subject. Of course, once I kick the lens into macro mode (with a flip of a button), the lens really earns its money.

To keep it real simple, macro allows me to photograph an object really close. With a flip of a button, the lens allows me to shoot close-ups within the 85 - 105mm range, a sort of mini-macro zoom lens. I just move in, look through the lens and keep getting closer until I like what I see. True, the farmer must of got a kick out of me moving in real close and photographing his hands, but like a real pro, he was into the moment and did a great job. Maybe it is better I have no idea as to what he was saying or thinking. It is all part of the magic. I thanked the man, we said good-by, he got back to work, I stopped working. It was time to ride, to find a new moment.

The best part is that I can re-live the moment every time I see the image. It is true that every picture tells a story, but that is only half of the story. To the photographer, it is the story behind the picture that makes it special. It is the connection that tells the story. The connection with a man on his mountain.

 

 

Point-n-Shoot Does Not Mean

 Just Point and Shoot.

 

Let’s get one thing straight. A camera is a camera is a camera.

Your point-n-shoot compact camera is just that, a camera. It might not look like a "real" camera, but don’t let the size fool you. Like every camera before it (and after), it is a light-proof box that allows light to reach film, or now, a digital sensor. It works like any other camera, no matter the size or cost. It has a lens and some sort of aperture and shutter speed. It is a camera.

Like any camera, it can take stunning pictures, or it can take very bad pictures. After all, it is a camera. The principal is the same and the  rules are the same: LOOK at the LIGHT, GET CLOSER, and SHOOT LOTS OF IMAGES.

The problem is they just don’t look the same, or feel the same, in your hand. One tends to down play the fact that they are a photographer if they are seen walking around with a small, obscure point-n-shoot camera around their neck, heaven forbid if they ever placed it on a tripod! Well, a real tripod anyway, you know, not one of those 4 inch mini-tripods you find at the Dollar Store (and that I love).

Really, have you ever seen someone walking around a National Park with a point-n-shoot camera mounted on a "real" tripod? Not the trendy thing, but you might see a few out there. You should see alot more, due to the high number of point-n-shoot cameras being sold today. Use a tripod with yours, they are, after all, cameras.

My point (no pun intended)? There is more to the compact camera - either film or digital, than just pointing (one handed no doubt) and shooting. Use the camera as you would any other camera. Today’s compact cameras have top-of-the-line features and fine optical lenses that will more than meet the needs of most photographers. Just don’t be embarrassed to bend down, steady the camera with two hands, and use what features the camera offers to "make" (work at it) excellent photographs.

The rules of composition are the same for all art forms and all camera shapes and sizes. In fact, I find point-n-shoot cameras easier not to center the subject than SLR cameras with their center focusing guides. Just know where your edges are and move the camera around until you off-center the main subject, or at least place it where you feel it looks the best, in the viewfinder. It is just knowing what you want and working to capture it. That is photography, that is art. That is not just pointing and shooting.

I own two point-n-shoot cameras that I carry with me (a third stays at the middle school). Two cameras that fill two different needs. One, my waterproof Pentax W60 you have heard me rant about often enough to get the message, is my favorite camera, and the one I have owned the longest (In fact, I am on my second one now ... my first one was stolen).

 A very simple camera that does let me control the flash (fill-flash), the ISO, the White Balance, has unreal macro (1cm), nice wide angle, and I can use it anywhere, rain or shine. It is usually around my neck while I’m on my bike, hiking, rafting, or just out for a walk. It is my "first-response", emergency, inclement-weather camera that I don’t leave home without. Check out the new Pentax W60 -- comes in different colors, you can’t miss it.

The other, a Nikon P50 is another no-frills zoom lens (28 - 105mm) point-n-shoot digitalcamera. Again, I can control the flash for the effect I want. Nothing fancy but it does the job. Allows me to contol most features and has great optics. 

Between the two, I make due with what I have. If it is raining, my fancy Nikon D-SLR (a "real" camera) is useless, or would be if I tried to use it that much. I just use my "other" camera, in this case, the Pentax W60, and keep on shooting.

 

Another aspect of using a small point-n-shoot camera is the fact that I don't "look" like a photographer and get those funny looks when I walk into a market, or park. In fact, it seems that everyone now carries a camera of some sort, even cell-phones, and walking around with a point-n-shoot doesn't raise an eyebrow.

In places like Russia or China, or on the streets of San Antonio (long story), it is best to just fit-in and look like every other tourist in the world and snap away with your little point-n-shoot. Look harmless and work on the image, make a photograph. Vision is still the key. Seeing like a photographer is more important than looking like one!

Smaller cameras also come in handy if you want images of yourself while in Rome, Tokyo, or Peoria. Ever tried to hand (or want to) a stranger a $2000 camera/lens outfit and ask them to take your picture? Most people back away and act like they have never seen a camera before in their lives. I find it much easier - on both of us - to just hand them the point-n-shoot and let them fire away. After all, it is not a "real" camera, they can handle that. If only they knew what you now know!

I like them and use them. You should do the same, no matter what your level is. Get one and use it. Push them to their limits and never regret being seen, by me or anyone else, with your little point-n-shoot camera working to capture the perfect image of your touring experiences. Just keep in mind that there is more to just pointing and shooting your point-n-shoot camera.

Look for me, with mine, on the road, on a cruise, bike trip, or just out playing in the rain. Enjoy. 

 

 

 

Travel Photography: The Essence of Time and Place

 

I joke and say that I was born in California, but made my first move at six months and have never looked back. It is true, and I have the military to blame for it. My father was in the Army in the 1950s and 1960s, I joined the Marines in the 1970s, and I worked for the Department of the Army throughout the 1980s as a photographer. I have lost track of the moves. That is over. I have now lived in Hudson, NC for over thirteen years and am very happy where I am.

Travel led to photography while on my first cross-country motorcycle adventure following my senior year in high school. I drove to Arizona from New York via Chicago and received my first camera to record my experiences.

That is when it all began. I travel, I take pictures. It really is that simple. The distance nor the time matters, if I go anywhere, chances are that I will have my camera in hand. Over the years, as my interest in photography grew, the separation of travel and photography began to blur. Now I am not so sure if I travel to photograph or photograph because I travel. Like many people, the point is moot. It is my passion and I don’t really care which drives which as long as it still drives me to get out there and capture what I like to think is the essence of time and space. My time, my space.

I learned long ago that no image can capture the full travel experience, not even video with its movement and sound. No, nothing can record the smells, the weather, the energy of a place. That is what makes the experience more overwhelming than the mere journey. As a still photographer, my goal is to record not just what I see, but what I feel, what I experience. Not an easy task and one that drives me to keep trying. In fact, travel photography is actually very hard to pull off due to the fact that one is actually traveling: On the road, between flights, in-between meals, and always, it seems, seeking the next hotel, campground, or gas station (with a clean restroom). Never mind the fact that after the fourth of fifth of anything, things all start to look the same. We get tired, hot, and ready to move on. Lets be honest, traveling is not always what it is cracked up to be. I get sea-sick, tour buses are a trip in themselves, even motorcycle journeys have their downside (usually in the form of rain), not to mention air travel, which has taken on new meaning of late.

The travel experience is unique to each person, each day, each minute. I can be on tour with hundreds of other people, yet can come away with different experiences. That is what makes travel so exciting, and which makes travel photography so rewarding. My images are my interpretation of my time, my space, my experience - no one else’s, at no other time.

I live in North Carolina because of the Blue Ridge Parkway, period. I have driven every inch of it many, many times over, yet it is never the same, it is always changing. The light, the weather, the traffic, the leaves, the people, the wildlife, the construction. It is always in flux, as are my experiences and memories. Without a doubt, I am drawn there like no other road or place. Yes, I have many images of, or from, the Parkway. Each is a slice of time and place. Same place, different time. I can never take too many photographs while driving on the Parkway and that is why I head up there most weekends - when I’m not out on some other adventure.

Travel photography is as old as photography itself. What better way for people to experience other locations than by seeing it. In fact, most of our knowledge of the world while growing up comes from pictures. As a teacher now, I see this all the time. Social Studies books are full of pictures of the world far and removed from the average eighth grade student’s first hand knowledge of the world. It was true one hundred and fifty years ago and it is still true today. I believe National Geographic is proof of that. People want to see what the world looks like at any given point in time. Paris in 2004 is unlike Paris in 1904, yet the beauty of all this is the fact that no matter how much things change, they remain the same. It is the photographer’s job to pick up on what is going on at that moment, to capture the mood and the energy of the place. Paris is Paris, just as New York City is New York City. Capture the essence of any one place at any given time, that should be the goal of any traveler.

I am going to Europe this summer on a motorcycle adventure in and around, as well as up and over the Alps. I am looking forward to revisiting one of the special places in the world aboard my favorite mode of transportation. I was last in this region in 1998 after a ten year absence. It was special then and I know it will be special once again. That "specialness" is what I am going to try to record on film. What aspect of Germany is going to catch my attention? Will the Alps appear different? How will my group experience effect my individual memories? Will I "see" the old or will I sense the new? Last time I was in Berlin, there was a Wall, what will I feel this time around?

That is why I do what I do - to answer those questions on film for myself as well as my editors and viewers. Travel photography is more than pretty images on the page or hanging on the wall. Like photography of any type, travel photography should strike a cord within the viewer, it should connect, evoke a feeling. The subject is not as important as the emotion.

Film records light differently than our eyes perceives it. That is the beauty of photography. The camera lens sees differently than the human brain. Again, that is what makes photography so special to me. The magic lies in what I call "Photographic Vision" - recording on film what is unseen to the human eye, and also in the fact that a still image is a slice of time that will not, and can not, happen again. The past can not be photographed, nor can the future. I can only record what happens when I am there, or, in the case of remote cameras, only what appears in front of the camera at any given time.

Photography is work. Travel photography, for reasons mentioned earlier, is even harder. I’ll even go out on a limb here and say that motorcycle travel photography is even harder because you have to think about what you are doing, as well as what the other riders are doing, or more importantly, what they will be doing - before they do it. Plan, discuss, prepare, scout out different locales, and then rely on mother nature and human nature to make a mess out of whatever you thought was a good idea at any given moment. Think about it. Ten or twelve people coming together from all walks of life, from all parts of the country (or the world for that manner), with all types of riding skills, and head out in unfamiliar surroundings. And you are supposed to capture the "essence" of the tour? Who’s tour? Who’s experiences? Truth is, you can’t. You can only capture your experience within the group, within the overall motorcycle tour. That is the joy of photography. That is what makes it unique.

What does all of this mean to you? Well, the point is that your photography is the only record of your travel experiences, be it by motorcycle, bicycle, canoe, or cruise ship. Make the best of it. Point-n-shoot, digital, or the top-of-the-line SLR, the equipment is not as important as the attitude. Technical expertise is not as crucial as cultural expertise. Know, or get to know, the essence of any given place, at any given time, and your photography will reap the rewards. Not a photographer? Same holds true. Photographs are really nothing more than visual memories. With or without a camera, hooking into the underlining essence of a city, a country, or village is what travel, and travel photography, should be all about. Even without a camera (shame on you), memories are memories, and they are the only ones we have. Good luck capturing the essence of your next adventure in time and place.

 

 

Passion

Photography is passion. Art is passion. Teaching is passion. Life is passion.

Passion. I don’t teach photography, I teach passion. It really is that simple. Cameras, film, memory cards, lenses, and tripods are just tools we use to show our passion for whatever it is that drives us. Being a photographer is not about knowing what lens to use for what effect or knowing that f16 renders greater depth-of-field than, say, f2.8. Photography is being out there and recording that which moves you. To create a piece of work that captures what it is like to be you, to see what you see, to feel what you feel, to express what you feel, as only you can express it. That is all any one person, artist, photographer can do. Be driven to be out there always looking to see something which is special, which is new, which excites you. Chances are, if it excites you, it will excite someone else as well. That is art.

I teach Art 261 at a local community college part-time. Photography. A black and white basic photography course. It is a passion of mine. I love teaching. In fact, my real job, or full-time job, or what I like to do the most, is that of a school teacher. I am a Special Education teacher in a middle school. Talk about passion. I love working with kids. I am a kid. It is not a job. It is what I do. I teach.

Art. Photography. Reading. Math.

I also coach. Again, not a job, it is what I do. It is who I am. I coach track. Well no, I coach the passion for track. That is all. I run, I keep in shape. I actually get paid extra to go out and run with 80 middle school kids in the Spring. I don’t know how much I get paid, but I do. I love it.

Now, cross-country is different. That is pure passion. I don't get paid. Pure passion. On my part and the thirty to forty kids that join me in the Fall for a few months or so. Passion for running. Passion for teaching. Passion for sharing.

That is what I do. Share.

Yes, I like to think I know a little something about photography, cameras, film, and even this new digital stuff, but what I really do is teach passion. I once gave an interview for the college television channel. I remember just talking off the top of my head (which I usually do, as I am doing now) about what I really do is push. Yes, push. I push people to get out there and use that camera they have in ways they have never used it before. Push. I push passion.

My Saturday class is starting up after a three year break. I have been thinking about what I can do to get people excited about photography. Passion. I’m going with passion. Nine o’clock on a Saturday, now that is passion. I always say that anyone willing to pay to be at college at nine in the morning, on a Saturday, will learn something. That is easy. Getting them to want to come back ... That is teaching. That is passion. That is what I do.

I am ready. I am excited. I just returned from a one week trip on the Danube photographing the Christmas Markets for Viking River Cruises in Germany and Austria. Seven days of getting out there in the fog and rain, the cold, and looking for art. Working at seeing something as only I can see it. Working at doing what I love to do. Passion got me there, with my mother no less, and passion is what got me out there looking, working to make images that would excite others to get out there as well.

Pushing. Pushing myself. Pushing others. That is what I do. I push passion. What could be better than that? Teaching? No, passion is teaching. I like to say I don’t teach photography, I teach people to want to become better photographers. Or better readers, better students. I don’t so much teach my middle school students how to read, I work on teaching them to want to become better readers. Push, push, push.

Same as at the college. If someone wants to become a better photographer, or artist, I can help. That is the easy part. If explaining depth-of-field helps a beginning photographer, so be it, I’ll teach them. I can share what I know about cameras, what I know about art. What is tougher is sharing my passion. It is after all, mine, not theirs.

How I work, how I see, how I react to different situations, that is what makes me the person, and therefore, the artist that I am. My life, my vision. I can not teach passion, I can only share my passion with others and help them develop their own passion for photography, for seeing, for working on being a better photographer, a better artist.

Oh, wait a minute ... That is teaching. Sharing passion. Not as concrete as shutter speeds and apetures, but the point can be made. Passion teaches passion.

Passion. It all comes down to passion.

Pushing passion.

That is what I do. Now doesn’t that sound better than Art 261? College ... Go figure. Whoever comes up with these names needs to take my class. Passion. Passion is life. Passion is art. Passion is photography.

I’m excited. Call it what you may, I’m ready for my next class to begin. I'll come up with something, it is after all, my passion.

 

 

That One Image

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It always comes down to one image. I’ve been doing this for more than twenty years, thirty if you count the trips I took when I had no idea how to use a camera. Thirty years of travel photography and of all the photographs I take on any given trip, it always comes down to one favorite image. The image that captures the essence of the adventure, the journey, the experience. One trip, one image.

Yes, I have several images that I like from each adventure, but there is always that one I say is my favorite. The one I think of when I think of the trip. The image. Not the experience of actually taking the image, just THE image. I think of that image when I think, or am asked about, any given trip. Funny how that works. When I think of Peru, I think of the little girl, "my" little girl.

Never said a word to her. Her mother was trying to sell me a necklace or something. There were two dugout canoes and several women making their sales pitch ... I had no idea what they were showing me, I saw the girl. Well, and I saw the paddle. The girl caught my attention, but the paddle made me take the picture. I was in the Amazon Rain Forest and the dugout canoe was a symbol I wanted to capture on film. The canoe itself, and the large, wide paddles I had seen everyone using. Very unique, to me anyway. It was my first time on the Amazon and the canoe and an odd shaped paddle became symbols of the river itself. To me, they say AMAZON. In capital letters!

Enter the young girl and her custom fitted paddle. I loved it. Handmade junior sized Amazon paddle. I had to take the picture. It became my favorite.

True, it is my experience, my memories, but is it a good picture? I believe it is. What makes it good? First, as a photograph, we must look at the light. Photography is light. Period. Nice light. We were tucked up under some trees off a small lake, and the trees diffused the light and made it dance off the water, filling in some of the shadows on the girl’s face.

The girl herself. I always tell my photography students that you can’t go wrong with kids and/or pets. She was worth taking the picture all by herself. Did I? No. I had to place her in her world with her paddle. The dugout canoe and that paddle made it the "Amazon Girl," and not just "Young Girl" or "Young Girl in Boat."

How about the background? Her expression? The tight cropping? Her body language? The colors? Very important. These are all elements that add up to the total image. They are the setting, she is the main character, and the paddle, well, let’s call the paddle the climax, if I may borrow freely from the literary world. Nothing is in the image that I don’t want in the image. That is my role. That is the artist in me, telling you, the viewer, what I think is important, and what I want you to look at. Photographers subtract, painters add.

I call it a "clean image." As the artist, I subtracted the "clutter" around this beautiful young girl and made her the center of my attention, and in doing so, made her your center of attention. Her and the paddle. I hope her mother forgives me, but I just had to cut her out of the frame.

Is it a good photograph? Is it more than the girl and her paddle? Does it evoke an emotion? Does the eye contact draw you to the subject? Does the light enhance the image? Do you like it? Does the paddle add to the photograph? Should it be my favorite image from more than 25 rolls of film? Does it say "AMAZON" to you? Is it worth me writing about? Is it worth the fuss?

Yes.

To me anyway. And that is the key. It is MY favorite image from the 400 plus images I kept from my week on the Amazon. I will remember the river, my week in the Rain Forest, and my trip to Peru, by this one image. Funny how that works. The Amazon Girl. I saw her about five minutes tops, but the moment, her expression, and yes, even that darn paddle, will be with me for many, many years to come.

I love photography. I love the power of photography. I love the power of the photograph ... That one photograph. That one image.

 

 

 

 

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