My youngest is doing a 4H photograph project so I got her out and about this Saturday to take some pictures. No idea where she gets the idea that photography is fun…
First stop was the Museum of Miniatures in Carmel. As always, we just stumbled across this place not knowing that it had previously existed. I always say that the best trips are those whose plans are simple blank slates. Sometimes you end up in a cornfield and sometimes you end up seeing tiny suits of armour…
or playing a tiny game of chess
or sitting in a really uncomfortable chair. I have to admit that I wasn’t very well equipped to look at tiny objects in a poorly lit environment behind glass but some of these vaguely suffice.
Tiny loo, anyone?
You have to admit, the level of detail on these guys is amazing. I’m tempted to go back with a tripod and take some much more solid shots if they’ll have me.
You can never have too much armour.
After the small stuff, we hit the streets and saw some real characters in the Arts and Design district.
Catching up on some old news…
And there’s always a friendly policeman to show the way.
Spring is in the air. It’s time to water the flowers…
I’ve tried to teach Izzy that the best photographs you take are those in which you’re least comfortable. Here she is getting the low shot.
We always stop to listen to the music. Such as it isn’t.
And we close with this dude who is…. well, have to admit, rather sinister.
And that’s the day that was on March 21st in Carmel.
I look at this blog rather infrequently, obviously, and realize that I’ve not done a great job of keeping it up to date. To be honest I’ve felt rather crestfallen about photography over the past year or so and imagined that I was just throwing all my time and effort into a big hole and that nobody really cared or noticed if I took photos or not. As it turns out, nobody did say anything so it tended to lend credence to the idea that I was wasting my time. I didn’t snap out of my ennui until I happened to Google myself and realized how many of my photos were being used by websites under the Creative Commons license that I grant to all my Flickr pictures. That made it seem like it all might be worthwhile, so here I am back on the horse again. So what HAS happened over the past year or more…?
In reverse chronological order… I visited the Depauw campus in Greencastle, Indiana. A wonderful locale and delightful architecture.
Spent a bit of time at ComicCon in Indy…
Did some photography for the Special Olmpics…
OK, well, that was actually all just yesterday.
And there were dozens of soccer games, of course…
As always Zionsville had its classic car show…
And we saw this guy from field level…
Oh, and we went to Oregon and goofed about on some big rocks.
Found a sunset or two…
And some water did its waterfall thing.
So it was a pretty good several months. I’m sad that I didn’t document it in more detail but I promise that I’ll think about doing better next time.
Looking back on the past week or so I realize that I’ve spent a lot of time uploading slightly refined versions of photos previously taken rather than taking anything new. As much as I may enjoy looking back on old holiday snaps, I’ve come to realize over the years that no picture of crater lake…
… can really do the place justice. While I’m reminiscing joyfully in my head about the place, the rest of the world just says, “oh. lake. Cool…?” Totally understandable. Those determined stalwarts who wish to may check out Crater Lake National Park, Diamond Lake, Oregon, and the Umpqua River. I don’t really expect you to necessarily do so, but as this blog is primarily dedicated to what I’m doing photographically, there’s your answer.
No, what I’m really here to chatter on about is the Zionsville fall festival. As the seasons turn here in Indiana we find ourselves ready to celebrate the coming onslaught of winter. I wandered out see what could be seen on Sunday of last week and ran into a classic car show. I’d rather forgotten how much I adore the visuals at these things. All the wonderful chrome details are just generally dazzling. I need to make a point to get out to more classic car events.
I just can’t get enough of these shiny, gas-guzzling old birds. Even when I was a wee lad I dreamed of owning a 57 Chevy in cherry red. Until, of course, I realized what it would cost to drive a 57 Chevy in cherry red. Ah well.
And that’s the day that was, more or less. If you’ve got a classic car or anything else that needs photographing drop me a line. I’ll be there with bells on.
PS: Click any photo for a closer look and go look at flickr if you want even more photos.
If you look at my work at all you’ll notice that it’s quite a lot of random. When it comes to photography, if something sits still I’ll shoot it in macro. If it runs I’ll chase it and if it’s looking back at me then I’ll try to pretend I’m not really taking its picture. I tend to approach all my photography like I’m stalking a wild animal on the Serengeti, even if it happens to be the middle of GenCon and everybody will stop and pose even if you look at them funny.
Despite this general outlook, I still like the idea of taking people’s pictures because they want them taken. For years now I’ve put out the general message that yes I will take your picture, dozens of pictures, and give them to you if only you ask. You don’t even have to sit still because I’m accustomed to that sort of behavior in my subjects, though usually they’re furrier and faster than the average human. On a very rare occasion someone will take me up on my offer and I’ll show up and awkwardness will commence. Having done this a couple of times I’ve come to realize that portrait photography doesn’t really have all that much to do with actual photography, at least not as I define the science of the whole thing. I’m used to having to sneak up on my subjects and work for a couple of hours to catch them at their best whether they want to be caught or not. When you’re doing someone’s portrait though, they do something even more unnerving than run away. They stare back at you expectantly as if to say, “you’re the expert. so now what?” Somehow the desired answer of “Just go about your business and do whatever you’re going to do” doesn’t sit well with people.
This, I think, is a real pity though because it’s those absolutely frank and unposed moments that are most evocative. For example, a few years ago at the Talbot art fair I was behind a dad who had a very tired and very hot child in his arms and snapped this shot. It’s one of those absolutely raw moments but her eyes bore in to me even a year later. This is the sort of thing you get after you’ve let your guard down and stopped smiling the 3rd grade photo day smile into the camera.
I’ll wrap it up because I’m close to coming up on rant status, but I guess my real point is that the good shots happen after your hair is down, your makeup is smudged and you’ve forgotten anybody is taking pictures at all. It’s that moment when you look up and say, “Dad, is it time for lunch yet?” in your best and most expectant face. And that, I suppose, is the difficulty of Tamelife photography. Getting it to revert to its natural state so you can get the best out of it.
On August 3rd, Lafayette Indiana was treated to a reunion concert from perennial local cover band Frank’s Joyride. Since their formation 25 years ago, the band-mates have drifted apart to various parts of the country but they come together every few years to rock out in front of their fervent and fanatical fan-base. The band describes itself as “Sloppy and you never know when we’re going to come back. We’re the McRib of music.”
Musically, they’re a joy as they hit all the old standards with great enthusiasm. From a photographic standpoint, trying to get any good shots in this venue was a nightmare. Lighting was scarce and the lead singer had a red spotlight in his face the entire night which made post processing lengthy and deeply troubling.
Here’s our red spotlight victim; I finally managed to negotiate his beet-red face down to a cool and shiny magenta. Also didn’t help that I failed to realize early on that I should have been shooting at about 2 stops below my camera’s suggestion.
The expressions here are wonderful as the band jams away. The guy on the left was perfectly lit in white the whole night.
I never could wrestle this into anything but the rather psychedelic colors the camera picked up. I pondered a grainy black and white but in the end didn’t go with it.
See! Like I said. Enthusiasm! He was in the red spotlight for this shot as you might be able to tell. I couldn’t wrestle him down much past a rather pink cast.
Unaltered, he just looks like his head is going to explode.
Sometimes you just have to take time to relax even on stage.
Eventually, they sent the drummer out to sing a song…
… but the other two are keeping a close eye on him.
Moving away from the music for a bit, there are some great images just hanging about in the dark. This half-empty beer glass caught the light just so…
After a brief break in the music, the band was back with a vengeance.
After playing for 4 and a half hours, the band went back to their day jobs. Check them out when they’re next in town…. whenever that might happen to be.
We had some time to kill in Vermont so we took to roaming the countryside somewhat randomly. One of the things we stumbled upon was a unique church built in 1812 with a round configuration. The volunteer tour guide explained that the church was a combined congregation from several neighboring localities so the shape was rather apropos of the spirit of the place.
The original construction cost $3,000 and was paid for by sales of the pews. Once you bought a pew, it was yours to sit in or pass down to your heirs as you saw fit.
If you’re nice, they’ll let you stand in the pulpit and say a few words.
From time to time they have concerts in the place and a pipe organ was brought in from some other neighboring historical building.
It looks rather octagonal on the outside…
… but it’s round enough on the inside.
I close with the view from the pulpit.