Some days it’s ‘HEY!’ and some days it’s ‘pssst’

Subjects for the camera talk to me.  Not in so many words, but they do seem to communicate about how desirable they would be for image making.  Keeping in mind that this is a metaphor rather than what passes for ‘reality’, I’ll continue to describe our interaction as a conversation.  On some days, some subjects are pretty insistent in commanding attention.  It is as if they are yelling ‘HEY!’  Today was at the opposite end of the scale, subjects were whispering.  That is not to say they were intrinsically less interesting, they were just more subtle.


I could as easily have stepped on these leaves as notice them.  But once noticed they speak quietly and don’t repeat themselves.


Moving water doesn’t repeat itself either.


Same rock, slightly different cropping and different water.  The water is always different.

I’m listening to Joan Baez sing ‘I wonder as I wander‘ as I am writing this.  It’s a little easier to wonder if the conversation with the subjects is quiet.


Less is said.  More is heard.  And seen.


Good day to be out.  Good day to go wondering.

Nature in human hands or is it the other way around?

Most of the photography trips I have taken around Indianapolis have been to state and city parks and other areas that were once wild but have since yielded to the human hand enough to make them easily accessible.  Sally and I went on a different kind of shoot today.  She lives north of the city and we went into the countryside.  Farm land.  Flat land and big sky.  I’ve been wanting to do this for some time.


What becomes immediately apparent is that the governing of this land is bicameral – the farmer brings great skill and talent but still relies to a large extent on luck because there is nature, the other branch which governs this land.  The farmer brings order to the land, planting corn or walnut trees in rows for easier tending.


Nature brings variations in temperature, snow, rain, wind.  Weather is fickle.  Even the best estimates of what is going to happen with the weather (The Old Farmer’s Almanac aside) are made only a few days in advance and then with a probability attached.  Nothing is certain here.  The human proposes and nature, or God, disposes.  All of which adds to the appreciation of what we see when we come here.


It is unlikely that the tree above was intentionally planted.  The one below probably was.


Both are beautiful in their own ways.  All things considered we humans do pretty well producing food and some of the beauty we need and enjoy.  But in the end, nature is the variable and always present factor.  When we are no longer able to work or if there is no one to take over, nature reclaims the land.


Where wheat, corn or grass once was once planted, nature takes over with its own plan.




If we think only within the perimeter of human activity, this might be seen as tragic; entropy has taken over and the chaos of nature has won.  But is it a contest, a war?  If it is, we humans are going to lose.  But if we see ourselves as part of a larger universe, it is all quite beautiful.  I’m thankful to be here, see it and be part of it.

First shoot in awhile

Becky and I went out with our cameras this morning.  There were little rain squalls from time to time but not enough to worry about.  At first we thought we might go downtown Indianapolis, then we switched to maybe the Indianapolis Art Museum – we had gone there last New Year’s Eve day.  We were going across the Butler University campus and the fountain said ‘stop here.’  So we did.

Using it for a background was as close as I got to photographing the fountain and being happy with the result.

Reflections in the ice were interesting.


The leaves are dead but not altogether gone.



And there is a bell tower.


A very satisfying morning.

A day in the snow

It hadn’t snowed all that much, but there were about four inches of fresh snow on the ground and it was pulling several people – runners, sledders and a photographer – to Fort Harrison State Park on December 23, last Thursday.


Also some Canada geese.

I hadn’t been out shooting in a week and the feeling of being out in the open on a photogenic day can only be hinted at; I felt as if my soul were being fed.  I hadn’t gotten as far as feeling at one with what I saw but it was moving in that direction.


I tend to see my creative life as being BDP and IDP – Before Digital Photography and Into Digital Photography.  Being able to go out, shoot and get immediate feedback is doing a lot for me.  I would not claim that my experience is universal, but I do believe it is a good bet that total immersion in an avocation such as digital photography stimulates creativity and even nurtures mental health.


Through digital photography I’ve made new friends in the Photo Venture Camera Club, friends who share a passion for pointing a camera and doing something interesting with the result.  That also is a real plus.


Enough with the words.  I plan to go out again tomorrow morning.  I hope to see you there.

Photography as conversation

Have you ever been in a conversation where the other party was obviously thinking up what they were going to say instead of listening to you?  Of course you have.  Far too often.  And it’s not as if we aren’t guilty of the same behavior ourselves.  ‘What I have to say is far more important than what you have to say’ is a prevalent attitude although it is seldom directly voiced.  That wouldn’t be polite. On the other hand, how has it felt when someone has genuinely listened to you?  What was that like?  That was a gift, wasn’t it?

This problem of not listening isn’t restricted to conversations. In an interview, the jazz musician Wynton Marsalis complained about the problem of pulling a small jazz ensemble together.  As you know, in many pieces the musicians in the ensemble will play together and then they will take solos and go back to playing together.  Everybody gets a turn at solo.  The problem Marsalis saw was that while one musician was playing solo the others would be off somewhere else in their heads, working their own agendas,  maybe getting ready for their own solos.  It isn’t really an ensemble when that happens.  This, after all, is jazz and the performance is not going to be exactly the same from one day to the next.  It’s a different day, the people are different and the music will be different.  Listening to the other members of the ensemble, really listening, will likely affect how one plays.  After all, it is a kind of conversation.

Photography has a lot in common with conversation, although initially it may not appear that way.  We go out, we see something we like, we take a picture.  Wham, bam, thank you ma’am.  When you are actively listening to someone, really listening, you put your own agenda aside.  Over a period, an agenda, a theme, does develop in the conversation but it very likely isn’t the one you might have predicted – the other individual is contributing to the conversation too.  If you are both listening to one another, really listening, a sense of oneness might develop.  You are each reflecting something about the other individual.

When going out to shoot, even if it is for a specific assignment, why not relax the reins of the going-in-agenda, if you have one, and let the scene communicate with you.  Minor White captured it in this quote:

‘Be still with yourself.  Let the subject generate its own composition.  When the photograph is a mirror of the man, and the man is a mirror of the world, then Spirit might take over.’

Losing one’s self means letting the scene speak to you in its fashion.  This isn’t a matter of walking up to the scene and saying ‘Hi, how are you?’  The form of communication is subtle and I doubt that it can be put into words.  There is no doubt this is difficult and it takes practice, lots and lots of practice, just as active listening in a conversation takes practice.  It takes patience.  When out on a shoot, a place to begin might be to just find a subject and spend some time with it, just looking.  I find that the image I might make changes as I look at it more closely.  Frederick Franck, author of ‘The Zen of Seeing/Drawing as Meditation’, urged students in art workshops to spend two hours with the subject and draw it looking only at the subject and not the paper on which they were drawing.  I would suggest just spending time with the subject.  This isn’t always possible what with the light and conditions changing almost constantly but it is a way of ‘letting the subject generate its own composition.’

We can do some preparation for this kind of photography even when we don’t have a camera with us, even when all we are doing is talking with another individual.   I think that active listening is good practice for developing active looking.  In both cases that agenda, that ego statement is relaxed and something larger and more meaningful can take its place.  Better conversations result and, I believe, better photography comes of it when you pick up your camera.


A trip to New Harmony

Ellie and I recently spent a few days in New Harmony and enjoyed it immensely.  On the way down, as is her wont, Ellie needed to go to a quilt shop.  This is not something we do on every trip out the door but Ellie does comb her sources for these places and when we have time we stop.  This time the shop was The Village Mercantile in Boonville, IN.


As a seasoned escort to Ellie on these trips I know that I have to find ways of entertaining myself while she does whatever she does in there.  A camera is very useful in this respect.


The pigeons were wheeling about and that made a fine subject.  Ellie pronounced this a good quilt shop and we continued to New Harmony.

New Harmony is a beautiful and quiet place, excellent for meditating and sorting things out.  That’s the main reason we go there.


As you can see, there are birds there.  We were out for a walk along the Wabash River and I was composing a shot of the sweep of a bend in the river when Ellie exclaimed ‘There’s a bald eagle!’  ‘Where?’ I asked.  ‘Right over your head!’  Ellie doesn’t always speak with exclamation points but this called for them.  Sure enough, there was the eagle.


Continuing the bird theme,  they’ve added a metal sculpture of St. Francis and the birds behind the New Harmony Inn.  Here’s a night shot with a small chapel dedicated to St. Francis across the small lake.


Most of the lake had a thin coating of ice.


Photographic opportunities in the area are good any time of the year.

Highly recommended.


A special day: Afternoon

When I got back from shooting yesterday morning there was a message waiting saying my friend Sally was ready to go shoot.  Was I ready?  Yes.  We went over to Fort Harrison State Park.  A World War II re-enactment was going on so we chose a different part of the park.


We walked up along Fall Creek and, as was the case in the morning, there were lots of opportunities.





I wonder what today will bring?

A special day: Morning

We had our first decent snow of the year yesterday, I suppose it was three or four inches.  I got out to shoot three times.  The opportunities were so many that I am dividing this post into two parts.


I had gone to see my mother fairly early and stopped along the way home.  This was at the bark park where we take our dogs.  I like how the falling snow is angled parallel to the trunk of the tree.





All of these images will receive a lot more attention before they are ready to print.  I brought them in this morning to celebrate the season.   But wait, there’s more.

Looking for the light

Composition in photography requires a compelling subject shown in ‘good’ light.  Good light for one subject might not be the same as good light for another.  But in any event the light is hugely important and photographers work at finding the right combinations of light and subject.  Some photographers would even argue that the light is the subject.

Sometimes the light comes from the side.


And sometimes from the back.


Obviously it can come from the front as well.  Yesterday I stumbled onto a different kind of light, at least different from that I am accustomed to using.  I was walking along Fall Creek (that walk is where all these images came from) and I walked under the bridge supporting I465 to get to some small waterfalls I like.  There are drains in the bridge to prevent puddles of water from building up and there is a course of rock under the bridge to catch the dripping water and carry it to Fall Creek.  The bridge here is more than eleven lanes wide so the area under it is something like a wide tunnel.  It is quite shaded under there and as I was crossing the course of rocks, I noticed some leaves down among them.  Since I had my tripod I could work in the dim light and I was curious to see what images of leaves against rocks would look like.  I was impressed.


The exposures on these shots range from a half second to a second in duration.  The light is mostly diffuse but somewhat directional and I spent a few minutes shooting.


This next one is an HDR shot (a sandwich of three shots – overexposed, underexposed and metered shot) which allows a wider range of exposures to be compressed into a range that can be shown on a screen.


I’m impressed and I will be going back there.