You ever have one of those days when everything you see looks like a picture? Like every scene appears framed, with perfect light? I don’t know if it’s the flat gray light outside today, or that I just finished reading a review of Canon’s latest DSLR. Whatever the reason, today has me thinking that I’m not taking enough pictures recently.
Last night I imported all the pictures on my HDD into iPhoto. There are over 10 thousand of them going back to when I was born, and beyond. I have to get busy tagging and organizing, pronto.
I miss having time to walk through the world with an eye toward the photographic. Weekday mornings are pretty hectic, else I’d take the 30 minutes required to walk into work and collect some shots then. Weekend mornings are more laid back, and I do manage to get some pictures then, but it’d be great to get out on my own for a couple hours and just fill my CF card.
Fall is a great time to take pictures around here, and not because the trees become so brilliant (though that’s a good reason). I love taking pictures of waning things, things that are spent, used up. Their lines and wrinkles and bends evoke a consideration of where they’ve been. From a purely aesthetic view, there’s a lot more for the light to work with on. Por ejemplo. It’s not that I don’t like photographing things in bloom; the dead and dying things are just more fulfilling.