This is part two of this article; part one is right here
Old Orchard beach was just south of Portland. Not even a hundred feet away from the sand of the beach we had an entire appartement to ourselves. When we got the TV going we saw the first bear-nuisance reports from where we just left. Conveniently on the way back to the Boston airport this last base location was chosen because it was near Portland.
Supposedly a place steeped in artists, galleries and artistic life. I did see some places of exposition but nothing in- nor about the galleries caught my interest in particular.
Old Orchard beach was something else. It was like being in an unsupervised candy store for photographers. Continue reading “Maine off season- part two”
We just came back from a three week break and I’m still pretty jet lagged; today is May seventeenth and it has been a full week now since our return.
We were in Maine; a part of the US we would never have considered if it were not for the descriptions in stories by Stephen King.
Continue reading “Maine off-season”
In some of my dreams I also busy myself with photography. I play with alternative compositions and ideas to work with. Or, I try capture techniques and apply different perspectives for post processing; I vaguely remember ‘weighing’ various forms of presenting the finished captures too. Continue reading “Dreaming about what you get”
I forgot who created today’s title, where I read it and whether he or she had said anything more or just left it at that. Anyway- the comment is true for me too. Chasing the light or having to go to locations to provoke a possible shot is a drive, and it is part of what makes me me. Continue reading “I don’t have a philosophy, I have a camera”