Over ocean’s roaring surf.
Sitting in silence with cans of cold beer.
Did we ever even sleep?
Memories of one last midnight swim
and Alex’s observation.
“If I lived here I’d probably end up doing this
one too many times.”
f8 and be there.
The implication is that being “there” at the right time is half, or even more than half, of the way to make a great picture.
Of course, being in great light with a great subject takes planning, timing and forethought.
But I have come to realize that another “there” exists. Its a metaphorical place formed collectively by the minds of the model and the photographer during the shoot.
I was really only passively aware of this in the abstract until being specifically told about it by a few of the models with whom I had been working.
In the instances where good images were made, minds came together in trust and understanding and everything just went to a very free place.
its clearly evident to me now that it is not just equipment and technical knowledge that combine to make a good photograph. It is also the communication, understanding and trust between collaborators and the mood and psychic atmosphere they are able to create.
Spent a weekend on the Jersey shore
But I didn’t gamble and I didn’t swim.
The doorman had only nodded
on my way in.
It was way too loud anyway
to hear anything
he may have had to say.
And now it was way past time
for the barman to stop trying
and let the bar stay wet and dirty.
Pounding bass and flashing strobes
Cutting through all ambiguity
mystery or intrigue.
The playground of the jaded.