I had a great snappin' day yesterday. Got some boids, critters, and landscape snaps. Played with some new
toys. And it was
not a good day because I got many really
good snaps. Most of what I took sucked. It was a good day because I learned something important about photography.
Photography isn't about just pointing your camera at something perty and clicking the shutter. It's about the relationship that you have with your subject. Be it a person, place, or thingWe had just returned from getting some mountain river snaps. Ms. F' was freakin' because she couldn't see me over the edge and kept looking down river for a guy with with red plaid shirt being swept down the rapids.
:rofl:
Driving back Ms. F' said.. "look at that!!". Off in the distance on a country road were dozens of old cars flyin' along. Since we had
Mabel with us I found that road and headed in the direction they were going. They were all pulling into this private farm. I asked this guy standing at the road if I could go in and take some photographs. He said "sure, just park your modern car away from the others." :)
We drove up the gravel incline over an old wooden bridge and I felt like I just stepped back in time. About 30 plus Ford Model T's were parked in a pasture. We drove up a hill and parked near an old abandoned Diner. Walking around snappin' this and that we were immediately welcomed into this little group. I don't know shit about Model T's other than I know I my grandpa had one but I just dug the history and the overwhelming feeling that I was in a place far away from the bullshit of the city and all the crap that comes with it.
A woman came over to us and said "There's Ice Cream up in the Barn". It was a good day.
:D