Well, whadya know?

Well, whadya know?  Jay LIKED that picture of two people eating a Red's Eats lobster roll, the picture I thought was a nothin'-burger.  

Jay liked it for its color balance, but wished I'd moved more to the left to get rid of a picnic table on the right.  He also would like not to see the umbrella pole growing out of one woman's head.  This week he's noticed things like that that I, and others as 'we', just don't see in our stuff.  Jay is adamant about 'owning every pixel and every square inch" of the shot and thinks we ought too look at our work carefully.  :)

It occurred to me today, driving up to Rockport, that I've really spent a lot of my photographic life doing street photography.  Jay said his favorite thing to do these days is street work, but his career includes great work including travel, portraits, landscapes, and so on.  

I also noticed that the name of this class I'm taking is "Light, Gesture and Color".  It is not "street photography".  So I spent this afternoon doing something other than street work - candids of people and moments.  

That means I came back tonight with pictures of boats, in the water and in dry dock; a Robert Indiana sculpture in Rockland, people walking in an alley, and a few shotsof bicycles (an inside joke for the class) and a dog.  

Jay's having small success in nudging me into new ground.

Fish in the right pond

Lesson one when you're trying to be a photographer: show only your best work.  If you show everything, hits, misses, maybes - well, you'll be like everybody else. Of course, if you're trying to be a photographer, then you should have more good ones than 'regular' people.

The point here is that yesterday, Day 2 with Jay Maisel, was a bust.  My fault.  What I've got to show at class this morning is lame.

Yesterday, after class, I went shooting along the coast of Maine, concentrating on finding people/street photographs.  First I went to a sculptor's garden, then the economically-limping downtown of Waldoboro, then onto Damariscotta and Wiscasset.

Slim pickings.  No people in the garden, no people in downtown Waldoboro (I mean, no people).  Tourists were in Damariscotta and Wiscasset.  Which doesn't mean there weren't people pictures to get. Since they were all visitors, there weren't many 'moments' - where life was happening.

Sorry to say that for my afternoon's work, in class this morning I will show a picture of two people and a dog sharing a lobster roll by the river.  Pretty damn limp.

Moral: Where you fish makes a difference in whether you catch fish.