While I was fixing up a few pictures today, atara wandered up and watched me work for a few minutes before she made an observation about our difference in philosophy when it comes to photography. She said that she takes pictures with the purpose of documenting the moment, and capturing digital memories. On the other hand, she thinks that I am more concerned with capturing the art of the moment, where the composition is more important than the content.
I guess I can see her point. I like to think that I am creating a digital documentary of sorts as well, but I confess that I have always had a soft spot for pictures that raise more questions than they answer.
I call this one, "I am ready for my close-up now." This is a picture that I would normally have left to sit on my HD because it is a bit blurry, and not quite composed the way I wanted because I shot it in a rush. On the other hand, I love what is happening in the shot, so I did my best to salvage it.
I dashed off ahead of the pack in order to capture this shot of the trail up ahead. Originally, I wanted it to show how wet and muddy and miserable the hike was, but when I processed it, the trail actually looks friendly and inviting. It looks inviting to me, anyway.
I am a real sucker for black and white photos. I have always had an interest in learning to take good black and white, and to that end I bought a roll of film back in the day with the intention of taking pictures around town. It was one of those films that Fuji put out that took black and white, but was designed to be processed in a colour lab. I loaded up the roll by accident when I was on vacation down in Alabama and then went through some very colourful gardens down there, taking great pains to ensure that I carefully composed the colour arrangement in every shot I took.
Then I got the roll back from the lab, and I was both disappointed and intrigued. I was irked because I had been so careful about my colour arrangements, but I was actually very pleased at how the black and white shots turned out. Many of them were very striking, where I think the colour version of the same shot would have been forgettable. In the case of this shot, I just like the way the contrasts work in black and white.
The last time I was out to visit these ice fields, Dad was still alive. We did not get out to the ice fields this time, but we hiked up to their base. It was not a long hike, but it was a taxing one because of the altitude.
I scampered down a hill to get to a good location for these shots. I thought the others knew where I had gone, so I took my time setting up for a few pictures, and even used my neutral density filter to get a couple of shots like this one.
Apparently, they did not know where I had gone, and they assumed that I had wandered out into the woods and gotten lost. Oops.
This was very good, but I could not get my head past the idea that I was basically eating a deconstructed sandwich. When we were at MFF a couple of years back, we went down to the hotel restaurant for dinner. I was tired of road food, and all I wanted was a salad. I ordered the chef's special salad, and when it arrived, it had been similarly deconstructed. It came on a long plate, with a wedge of lettuce at one end, and the rest of the ingredients strung along the plate. It was pretty good, but it was not what I'd had in mind.
I love the look and feel of determination in this picture. This was actually near the start of the climb, so I can't promise that they looked quite as determined by the time we all got to the top.
Even though we were there in the shoulder season, the lake was not quite as empty as it looks in this shot. A lone family just happened to row into the frame as I was setting up to get the shot, and I decided the shot would look better with them in it than without.