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THE INTENSE AUTOBIOGRAPHY
As you can tell, I have a camera and it takes pictures. The ones you don't like are my camera's fault. And he says, "Take a hike!" He's not nice. How do I know my camera is a "he"? Just flip the camera over. You can tell. We fight a lot (the camera and I). The battles are so epic that Peter Jackson is thinking about filming them to use in one of his new movies. They make Beowulf and Grendel's battles look like my grandmother's tea parties that I don't get invited to (she’s not nice as well). Now that I've made you feel awkward, look at my stuff or keep reading. Both are great.
SO WHY PHOTOGRAPHY? You didn’t ask, but much like that creepy person at the party who saw you all alone, I’m going to tell you anyways. Photography is that space between reality and fiction. It is an interpretation of the perceived world. It belongs to the person behind the camera The trick is teaching your camera to see what’s in your mind. Sometimes the planets line up and you capture the perfect moment. Other times, you’re sitting next to a rage broken tripod (not really—they’re expensive).
What? Not satisfied? Do you want me to say some artsy-fartsy stuff about how the camera is an extension of my soul or how I use the camera to express my interpretation of the world? Okay, I just did. Fine, I'll hit with some emotional and poignant material. Get out the Kleenex box.
Several years ago, I picked up a camera for the sole purpose of improving the visual quality of Patuxent High School's newspaper of which I am advisor of. I ordered my my little Canon Rebel camera body, a wide angle lens and a telephoto lens. I packed them all up and took them on a trip to Yellowstone for a bit of practice. To step back for a moment, for years I thought I had no artistic ability. My mother is an illustrator and stain glass window maker. None of that transferred to me. Or so I thought.
A pencil never made much sense in my hands, especially in math class. A camera does. You need the right tool for the right person. Sure, I took over 2000 pictures in Yellowstone, of which I only kept about a hundred. But through trial and error (or spray and pray), lots of reading and a natural inclination for the camera, I learned that patience is the biggest virtue of photography.
It's an addiction now. Photography has the thrill of the hunt without the blood. The endorphins are released when capture the perfect shot. And once the feeling dissipates, you want to find the next shot that gives that rush of success. The camera allows you to explore and connect with an environment. I'm never walking passively. I'm always searching The brain never turns off.
Ultimately, at the end of my life, I will know that I was awake when I was alive. I can thank photography for allowing me to live life without regret. Enough of that emotional crap. I feel I should talk about poop or something to break up this narcissistic rant. I hope you enjoy my work and it adds a little extra meaning to your life as it did mine. CRAP! I keep going back to being cheesy. Sorry. Just look at my photos. If they do something for you, great. If not, you are a heartless being. Don't worry, we can still be friends.
SO WHY PHOTOGRAPHY? You didn’t ask, but much like that creepy person at the party who saw you all alone, I’m going to tell you anyways. Photography is that space between reality and fiction. It is an interpretation of the perceived world. It belongs to the person behind the camera The trick is teaching your camera to see what’s in your mind. Sometimes the planets line up and you capture the perfect moment. Other times, you’re sitting next to a rage broken tripod (not really—they’re expensive).
What? Not satisfied? Do you want me to say some artsy-fartsy stuff about how the camera is an extension of my soul or how I use the camera to express my interpretation of the world? Okay, I just did. Fine, I'll hit with some emotional and poignant material. Get out the Kleenex box.
Several years ago, I picked up a camera for the sole purpose of improving the visual quality of Patuxent High School's newspaper of which I am advisor of. I ordered my my little Canon Rebel camera body, a wide angle lens and a telephoto lens. I packed them all up and took them on a trip to Yellowstone for a bit of practice. To step back for a moment, for years I thought I had no artistic ability. My mother is an illustrator and stain glass window maker. None of that transferred to me. Or so I thought.
A pencil never made much sense in my hands, especially in math class. A camera does. You need the right tool for the right person. Sure, I took over 2000 pictures in Yellowstone, of which I only kept about a hundred. But through trial and error (or spray and pray), lots of reading and a natural inclination for the camera, I learned that patience is the biggest virtue of photography.
It's an addiction now. Photography has the thrill of the hunt without the blood. The endorphins are released when capture the perfect shot. And once the feeling dissipates, you want to find the next shot that gives that rush of success. The camera allows you to explore and connect with an environment. I'm never walking passively. I'm always searching The brain never turns off.
Ultimately, at the end of my life, I will know that I was awake when I was alive. I can thank photography for allowing me to live life without regret. Enough of that emotional crap. I feel I should talk about poop or something to break up this narcissistic rant. I hope you enjoy my work and it adds a little extra meaning to your life as it did mine. CRAP! I keep going back to being cheesy. Sorry. Just look at my photos. If they do something for you, great. If not, you are a heartless being. Don't worry, we can still be friends.
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THE STORY OF THREE LENSES
TELEPHOTO Whenever I hike, I carry three lenses with me. The first is always the telephoto lens. I never know what’s going to pop out on the trail, so I keep this in my hands at all times. This little bear cub (above) wandered to the side of the road. Now, you would think the momma bear that was near by should be my first concern. Actually, the car that backed into me as I took this picture was more dangerous. MACRO The other lens I always carry in my kit is the macro lens. I love bugs (except when they surprise me and make me scream like a child in Walmart—it’s embarrassing). The picture above is one of my first shots with the macro lens. I was shooting a cross country meet and as I waited for the runners, he wandered up next to me. After startling him with my manly scream, he posed for me. This shot hooked me into photography. WIDE ANGLE The wide angle lens is the final lens in my pack. It usually has a polarizer attached to it to help enhance the sky, water, or reflection. Bring a tripod for sharper shots, for extra weight training, and for defense. |
