The mechanics of hitting the wall.
I just finished two photographic projects with a great ad agency and I feel comfortable enough to take a solo vacation. Really more of an extended weekend. Baby steps. I'm leaving today for points west. I'll be visiting friends in Marfa for a day but for the most part I'll be cruising around with a bag full of cameras and no real agenda. I'm leaving today and I'll be back next week some time. I asked the boy if he wanted to drive through the desert and mountains for five or six days with me and he gave me that kind yet sad teenage head shake. Didn't relish the role of free assistant/talent.
I'm not testing any lenses. I'm not focused on making technically great photographs. I'm sure not writing to a template and a tight deadline. I'm just going to take it mile by mile and snap a few pics of things that make me smile or make me frown. I'm not taking a computer. I won't be checking e-mail. I don't have an iPhone. I won't be checking texts. I have a rudimentary cellphone and I'll call home to make sure the wife and the boy and the dog are fine.
There's no client for this trip so I'm doing it like a Texas, college Spring Break trip. Toss a sleeping bag in the back of the Honda Element, pull a couple hundred bucks out of the bank and go with a vague schedule. Sleep, eat, drive, shoot. What-a-burger? Dairy Queen? Bag of granola?
Cameras? I'll take some. All little pixie sensor cameras. A small bag of pixie system lenses. A tripod.
A bucket of batteries. No studio flash. No stands. No umbrellas. Nothing that feels like work. It's the new Pixie Camera Aesthetic.
Remember all that stuff about Minimalism? That's what we're aiming for. If I make it back I'll start blogging about it next Thurs. As they say on Star Trek, "Kirk out."
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