ISO1600 50mm f/6.3 1/160sec
I had the pleasure of enjoying a photo walk with a good photog friend of mine today. We have been talking about making it happen for some time now and finally got our chance today. I would write a comparison of our styles, or what Ive learned from the experience with her, but she is rather secretive with her photography, in fact I have never seen any of her work haha. Regardless, we had a fun time out shooting, and surprisingly the city was a pretty happenin place for a tuesday night.
As we made our way through the streets and alleyways I found myself more drawn to texture tonight then anything else. I love the muted pastel tones that were poping up from the soft overcast sky.
All in all a very enjoyable evening, and even got to enjoy dinner at the Cinco De Mayo restaurant I’ve been meaning to go to all year. As I’ve mentioned in the past its always fun shooting with friends, especially when those friends know their way around the camera
ISO100 50mm f/3.5 1/60sec
ISO100 50mm f/2.5 1/4000sec
More pics to add to my exploration of primary colors.
ISO100 50mm f/3.5 1/1600 sec
ISO200 100mm f/5.6 1/400sec
As you can probably tell by some of my more recent posts, I’ve had a weird renewed fascination with bold primary colors lately. Its probably the longing for summer that is coming out in my photography, but whatever it is I really don’t mind it. According to Jay Maisel there are 3 things to capture in a photo: Color, Light and Gesture. Although I obviously keep an open mind to allowing any of them catch my eye, I find that I jump from focusing on one to another as weeks go past, and eventually make my way back through each. For a while I will focus on light, searching for unique shadows and reflections, capturing different times of the day. Then there are periods where I try to capture beautifully candid gestures from people and things. Then times like now its almost a scavenger hunt in a way to find color combinations that evoke certain emotions. Thats the beauty with art, its flexible and you can play these kinds of games if you would like.
What kinds of games do you guys play while out shooting?
ISO 400 50mm f/11 1/160sec
I decided to take a trip over to the middle school I went to today to get capture some scenes to possibly invoke my inner child. It was fun strolling around the premises reminiscing on the days of 7th and 8th grade. Most of the photos I took weren’t really graphically pleasing, being the only subject was my own personal memories. I often caught myself standing still just gazing out into the baseball fields or at the bleachers where our class picture was taken. I can still remember who I was sitting next to and where abouts we were sitting. As I came around the front of the building I remembered the time my Mom surprised me and picked me up in a stretch limo, which as an 8th grader I felt on top of the world. I remembered walking over the bridge that connected the school parking lot to the local park, and every day in the winter standing on the ice to test how strong it was. It was only ever on shallow puddles, but there were times where we would break through and have to walk home with frozen feet and shoe laces sticking out to the side as they had frozen solid (Hey I never said I was smart when I was a kid).
I was very art minded back then, drawing every chance I could get. I remember I would try to sell my drawings to get some extra cash for what was probably video games at that point. I was constantly getting in trouble for drawing in class which resulted in the counselors signing me up for multiple art classes to express my creativeness in a constructive manor. It was also around this time that I started taking notice of texture and appreciating colors. I loved the texture of brick, which I still do, and would take paper and crayon and capture the texture by scribbling on the paper as it was on the brick surface. I also remember with being fascinated by the texture of the tennis court. I would pause briefly and absorb it as I made my way over to the path leading home. I loved the darker colors contrasting all the bright yellows and red on the rest of the campus, and how the cement would break through and bring more character. A year or so after I graduated onto high school they had re-painted the court and I was somewhat disappointed, because everything I had liked about it was suddenly covered.
Now, over 10 years later its back to how I remembered. The colors have been darkened by the fading paint and dirt that has been massaged in by the tennis shoes that use the court on a weekly basis. The pavement has founds its way back through to the surface adding the extra ingredient that texture lovers adore. It brought me back to my days of admiring it as I walked through the court on my way home. It may or may not be as pleasing for you, but what your looking at is literally one of the building blocks for the foundation I build my work on now. I still find it inspiring, now that it has been restored to my original memory of it.