I think I've finally reached the potential I always wanted to reach. I see art everywhere. I take pictures that I know I couldn't possibly do. I'm the guy who did point and shoot news pictures for a bottom of the line newspaper. Not any more!
A few days after I turned sixty, I was walking down a dreary street I had been down a hundred times before. I was absolutely sure that there were no photo subjects anywhere on this street. There was a thump in my heard and a feeling as though someone had poked my brain with a finger. I stood there for a few seconds, and when I looked up everything looked different. I saw light on every object in a different form, sharp or diffused. The patterns of windows looked like a face. Things have look very different ever since.
I was satisfied with a good picture every month or two when I was a young man. Now, if I didn't get a shot that excited me every few days, I was depressed.
I walked into my computer room, "Mount Trashmore." I had bought some cardboard file boxes, but had only put half of them together. The first thing I saw, was the light streaming through the window. Then I saw the light on the folded boxes. I got my camera and shot quite a few pictures. I deleted the obvious clunkers, and had a small but very nice set of images to pick from. They say a candle burns the brightest just before it goes out. I've got my fingers that they are wrong this time.
|Camera:||Nikon Coolpix P510 Check out Nikon Nation!|
|Recording media:||JPEG (digital)|
|Date Taken:||1 Feb 2014 - 4:38 PM|
|Lens Max Aperture:||f/3.0|
|Exposure Mode:||Program AE|
|Flash:||Off, Did not fire|