The bells toll and I'm flying from far and going anywhere but up. Feathers, concrete and steel is all you need. Oh, and maybe a sword like the one I see sitting on top. Excalibur here I come. Chop chop chop.
I'm juggling with thoughts and repeating myself at times just like life repeats itself everyday with a different face. I need to find a consistent approach in general, but especially in doing photos, not to mismanage time and effort. Reason why I was happy about reading about Weston and Leiter's way of sort of "planning their photography" (See post Rush no spirit no rush spirit). I rarely do that, maybe because of the small territory of my photography caused by limited time to go around places, so grabbing anything that comes my way compensates lack of time and feed the urgency of doing photography.Not surprisingly, it has resulted in a lot of waste of film and time as well. Going digital crucial and mandatory is to define one's work, so that every frame gets you closer to your goal. For me a gentle reminder. As for references to photographers, I know "my classics". I now feed more on articles and essays about them than their photos which are results of a philosophy and a way of doing.
I was caught by these two.Then it was only a sight, but reflecting a little on what could be said about it.We look in the same directions.We search for the same thing, aren't we in general? Not the same ways I reckon and not with the same mind frame.But we dress, we eat, we breathe,we work,we dream,we move and are being moved,we think(some with a different part of the brain!?).We got different taste because many flavors to choose from and live by and be satisfied with.But what does it come to and where does it all go during our lifetime? A quest for a good living.Now is it enough to think only for ourselves or elevating and sharing the views and goals with everyone is something worth working towards to?
Her silhouette.We were all moving forward. My film was not sensitive enough but I was.
Aesthetics. The subjects have radically changed from people to things. The nature of the stacked photos speaks volumes of that change. I now study and develop as much as possible. A perspective.
Being aware of our surrounding.
I started photographing to master my viewfinder first. That rectangle which frames a composition would be the theater of many subjects. But people were seldom present in the photographs and if so, they would be almost hidden in distance. Lines, perspectives, it was all about balancing different values present in a wannabe photo. People came by way of candids of friends, family or appeared when they were the least and last expected to show up, accidents. Dogs came even later and if it weren't for E.Erwitt who spent some time capturing funny photos of dogs, I think I wouldn't have looked at any as subjects. I wouldn't go after these kind of pictures too long though.
Remnants of Street photography which won't be my focus no more. Attention will still be there. Can't obliterate a look, a reflex that became natural..jpg)
A stand alone which could be worked as a series. The subject doesn't motivate me though. Stand alone it is. Some sensations are unique in their happening, left is the sought after expectations of feeling that thing again. So maybe I'll find another one someday. It's maybe that thing that gets people goin'round towns, cities chasing windows. I look up high sometimes just because nothing's happening street level, but it's rare. Only for beautiful clouds and a pure blue sky.
Was I the only one to see that woman? Could that shot advocate for invisible undies 2? Man ,these aftershot details!
Framed. Too busy taking, not enough time to reflect on what I'm actually doing. Pictures piling up. Stacks made from one father but with no connections, just a collection. Framed. It felt like producing, but now I face the fact that it was consuming. I really didn't get lasting satisfaction so I would go at it again, and again. Aimlessly driven. Following. I still do just as now, blogging. But I know now what I'm doing.
It was definitely about colors...and lines shaping rectangles. As for the composition, it was my choice(hose line) plus the sheer magic of a 135mm telephoto(a preferred framer) combined with the sheer luck of being a front liner at the traffic stoplight and it being red of course.
Sometimes reality joins fiction and vice versa. And sometimes you're just lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time, and grateful that you brought your camera in your car.
Not having the time I want to photograph sometime, I develop the habit to shoot while driving places I need to go. It has limitations only if you think it has. Developing a theme doesn't come first but being motivated to squeeze the most out of a short stop is the thing in itself. 
I didn't find time to even look at what I photographed today while running some errands.I shoot while driving.It's a strange way to photograph. The reason is the lack of time so I'm trying to shoot whenever I can and when I do get out I'm always driving.I'm trying and have been trying to maintain street photography to an active level, genre that I love so much but can't get much of. 
I don't know why I've waited so long to do this. But I'm on and you're on too.
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