In this surprising year I’ll take it easy with my surprises today. All are from the last week, mild, and mainly on the good side.
I don’t particularly wish to go through my photos from the previous years yet. This last week, since I’ve turned 50, will have to do.
My surprises are furry and fluffy, or wet and pretty, or the surprise lies in the fact that I actually like the photo as taken.
I’ve been thinking about my photography a little.
I’ve just seen the quietly remarkable reality show Master of Photography 2019, in which eight photographers aspire to become the Master. Even though in each episode one is eliminated, I think they do become masters in their own ways. Quite fascinating with lots of photo insight, interesting and really demanding tasks, and some lovely Italian locations, such as Ostia Antica in the first episode.
That said, it becomes clear how individualistic and relative “success” in photography really is, which is a good thing to learn. The bad thing is seeing that I have no idea how to achieve a particular result with settings or lighting and such, or – which is even worse – that I love doing two things which the candidates are immediately warned against by the jury members: I take picture postcard photos, and I “just click”.
I think just clicking is mega.
So, I’m not going to be a pro. I’m not going to be a master. I’m going to keep seeing and clicking, instead of coming to a shoot all prepared and full of preconceived ideas about what I’d like to do. I will not move my subjects around. I will not tell them what to do next. I will let them just be. Yeah.
But sometimes a photo comes along that still manages to surprise me. For my unscientific method, it is not all bad. Here are some of those.
Most of these subjects are not surprising as such. I know exactly where to find them, especially the sea. Today I went to it for the first time in three months, as you will see towards the end. It felt so good.