amateriat
We're all light!
To reprise my restoration-deleted post (wow, how Kafkaesque is that?): I'm very much a loner when it comes to my photoraphy (and cycling, too: once an off-road motorcyclist, I've long since abandoned engines for road bicycles, on two-lanes with wide shoulders, like Route 9W), but am emphatically not lonely.
Galfriend and me went out to Governor's Island today. Somewhat reluctantly, I agreed to take the guided tour, led by a guy named Mike Shraver, an Arkansas native with a deep sense of history – military and otherwise – laced with just enough laconic wit, which made the tour as enjoyable as it was eye-opening in terms of stuff I didn't know (and my knowledge of American history, while far from scholarly, is reasonably deep). But, from time to time, I'd go wandering about on my own, finding all sorts of things that interested no one but me, clicking frame after frame, then jogging to catch up with the rest of the group.
This is the "loner" strain kicking in hard, but striving not to be too anti-social in a given setting. Galfriend knows and understands this. She'd have dumped my butt long ago otherwise.
As for hanging with other photographers: other than one-on-one, it doesn't happen much, and rarely when out shooting. We know each other too well to even suggest a group-shoot (even the sound of that seems a tad illicit, doesn't it?). I know their work, and like it a lot, and I also know what level of concentration goes into it. A get-together over dinner or drinks or the like? Sure, maybe even bring over some recent prints to pass around and discuss, I love that. But when I take camera in-hand, it's Hi-yo, Silver, and off down the trail by myself. It's nothing personal. 🙂
- Barrett
Galfriend and me went out to Governor's Island today. Somewhat reluctantly, I agreed to take the guided tour, led by a guy named Mike Shraver, an Arkansas native with a deep sense of history – military and otherwise – laced with just enough laconic wit, which made the tour as enjoyable as it was eye-opening in terms of stuff I didn't know (and my knowledge of American history, while far from scholarly, is reasonably deep). But, from time to time, I'd go wandering about on my own, finding all sorts of things that interested no one but me, clicking frame after frame, then jogging to catch up with the rest of the group.
This is the "loner" strain kicking in hard, but striving not to be too anti-social in a given setting. Galfriend knows and understands this. She'd have dumped my butt long ago otherwise.
As for hanging with other photographers: other than one-on-one, it doesn't happen much, and rarely when out shooting. We know each other too well to even suggest a group-shoot (even the sound of that seems a tad illicit, doesn't it?). I know their work, and like it a lot, and I also know what level of concentration goes into it. A get-together over dinner or drinks or the like? Sure, maybe even bring over some recent prints to pass around and discuss, I love that. But when I take camera in-hand, it's Hi-yo, Silver, and off down the trail by myself. It's nothing personal. 🙂
- Barrett