There is something so relaxing about taking pictures for yourself. There is no client, no deadlines, no worries about backing up digital files. Just a few rolls of film and a camera tossed in your bag for a day out and about in a fun and exciting city. It’s what dreams are made of.
the eiffel tower is lovely, yes, but I like the carousel. almost entirely unlauded, everyone takes pictures by the tower. waits a long time to go up to the top of the tower, while the carousel spins happily and plinks a tune, 90% empty. me? gimme some fries and mayonnaise (okay, and a butter and sugar crepe) and let me watch my enameled horses go ’round and ’round.
yes, there are things I should be doing.
Here is a thought on creativity:
There are no accidents in art. There are mistakes, and there is unanticipated magic sometimes, but the point is to be there to accept it, and capture it however it comes. To take the picture, and then take it again, and be able to recognize something beautiful. And recognize it even if it wasn’t the same something that you originally intended for it to be, and be able to take ownership of it anyway. Realize that you are the author of the unexpected within yourself as well as the expected.
These images were taken 3 minutes apart and everything was the same except one had a contaminate in the chemistry, and the other was more “correct”.
