Whatever the reason it seems like were back to those busy Fridays where the kid needs delivered to some event, the clients would like to see everything we shot. Now. And the book is just tantalizingly out of finishing range for the moment. And of course, masochist that I am, I promise camera reviews on Monday.
So why am I posting yet another installment of the blog? Because, in the interlude between making client web galleries and uploading I stopped and lingered on a shoot I did for fun. I liked this portrait so I messed with it for a minute or two. And I came to the conclusion I've come to so often before: The magic that happens in photographs isn't about some soulful camera or magic lens. It comes in spite of our tools. Our tools interject. It's as though they are part of the Heisenberg Theory. They become intertwined in the process of seeing and subtly change nuances of intimacy and revelation. Some more, some less. Our goal should be to nullify their impact on our vision. Because that's when we step over into art. And I damn sure don't want the breeze from a shutter actuation in Belgium to create stylistic hurricanes here in Austin if I can prevent it.
Cameras blow in the breeze. Tethered by your own sense of style.