Try not to be all jealous and stuff, but I’ve got quite a few compartments in my brain.

In fact, it is much like a small office building.

Some days, there is nothing better than shutting down the offices that have to do with household affairs, work life, and the rather big one that has the label "Misc" on the door, and going up to the second floor where all the fun stuff happens.

One of my favorite rooms holds my photography brain.

Any photographer can tell you one of the happiest times in life is when you have a camera in hand, lots of time on the clock, and no one nearby jabbering away about anything.

The door to my pops open when I feel the heft of the camera in my hand and out comes the photography brain, like a horse, ready to play, to meander, to run free.

A lot of you out there know exactly what I mean. 7:00pm to you does not mean it’s time to eat. It means it’s the Golden Hour. The birth of a child of a friend is not just a joyous event of welcoming a new life in the world; it’s the opportunity to meet a new, unselfconscious model. Weddings and birthday parties are rich food to the camera that eats it up and wants more.

Even more delicious, though, are the gifts of the everyday world.

A straight line of lawn chairs, the reflection in glass, the chance meeting of the picket fence and a vine, the half-opened flower, the crack in the sidewalk after the rain.

It’s all about capturing details that capture your imagination. It’s about paying homage to the small areas of life that often go unnoticed. It’s a way of slowing down life, of giving meaning and honor to the seemingly simple. It’s honing in, it’s stepping back, it’s standing off to the side, it’s looking at life through a frame that is of your own making.

It’s such a delightful way to view the world. It’s a re-envisioning. It’s a freedom. It’s a creative endeavor.

It’s just plain fun.

How painful it is when the photography brain sneaks out when there is no camera nearby! It can be madness, really, especially when you are in a place you know you will not return to or you witness a convergence of events that will never converge again.

Take for example a day when you are rushing into the hardware store for the simple purchase of a screwdriver. You find it, but on your way to the register, you see a box of nails spilled on the floor, splattered there, the shining points dazzling under the florescent lights. You stand and stare at this impressionistic work of art. It is beautiful. You imagine your camera in your hand, focusing on this dazzling gathering of steel piled on steel.

You think about the different angles from which to shoot it. You get down close to it, look at it from the side, your head resting on the concrete floor. You look up. A concerned couple is asking you if you are all right. No. You think. No, I am not all right because I do not have a camera in my hand and I need one right now.

You rise up off the floor and force your gaze away, only to be immediately fixated by the bright green coils of hoses that seem to rise up to the sky, seeking the light. People begin to move away from you.

The above scenario is exactly why some of my photographer friends never leave home without a camera. In some ways it's like giving the people on the street who talk to themselves old cell phones. It's just easier on everyone.

I know people who do not have photography brains. (Heck, I know a few people who don’t even have a second floor to their brains.) As for me, I am glad to have that compartment. It means I am rarely bored.

One time (and I am not making this up) I sat in a very boring lecture behind a man who had just had scalp surgery. He had a shaven head with large staples forming a line down the side of his head. The angle of the line of metal staples against flesh would have been enough to keep photography brain occupied for about an hour but then !!!BONUS!!! a fly came and balanced itself on one of the staples. It stood like a tiny winged gymnast on one staple then made its way to the next. Can I tell you how I was aching for my macro lens at that point?

All this talk about my photography brain has me ready to take it out for a gallop.

1 comment:

annie said...

It is fun isn't it!
Love this collection of photos. Life in a nutshell