It was a beautiful day yesterday. The first cool afternoon in quite a while. The kind of afternoon that some might spend riding around their lawn on a riding lawn mower, or waste by watching yet another in a never ending series of football games. I couldn't stand the idea of either of those options. And, in fact, I have never owned a lawn mower. So I grabbed one of my cameras and headed downtown to see if there was anything to photograph at the Texas Book Festival. But you know what? There really wasn't much that inspired me. But that's okay because the walk and the playful interaction with the camera was enough to satisfy me in the moment.
I parked a mile away and walked over to the event. It was held right in front of the state capitol grounds and for a few blocks to the south of the grounds, on Congress Ave. The book fare drew a good crowd on Sunday. I think a lot of people were inspired in the same way I was --- looking for a fun way to leverage the good weather.
I brought along a camera bag in defiance of my usual routine which mandates carrying only one camera and one lens. When I got ready to leave the studio yesterday morning I just couldn't decide between two lenses I'd been playing with; the Leica 35-70mm f4 ROM R series lens (a short, manual focusing zoom lens) and the fun and sparky Carl Zeiss 50mm f1.4 ZF.2 lens. Both have to be used on adapters and both are completely manual in focus and operation. I put the gear and two extra batteries and my phone in a dark green Domke canvas camera bag and carried that. I felt oddly out of balance and over provisioned.
The midday sun was bright and made all the exterior shots very contrasty. Maybe that's why there were only one or two other people there carrying cameras --- out of thousands of people in attendance.
I think we finally have to admit that photography, as we've been practicing it for decades, is all but dead to the general population. No interest. No uptake. For not the first time I felt very much an outlier to the population by which I was surrounded. It makes sense since there is no real market or venue for the kinds of photos I ended up making. At some point we're just using any public event as an excuse to show up and make photos for our own enjoyment. Nothing beyond that. Quite the sea change from 20 years ago...
The gap between fine art celebrity photographers and the main stream photographers seems to be growing as quickly as the wealth gap between billionaires and blue collar workers. Congratulations if you are making collectible work that sells. Or at least gets into juried shows and wins the approval of curators. For everyone else there's Instagram or Flickr. Good luck wading through the vast visual ocean looking for the prettiest fish.













3 comments:
>At some point we're just using any public event as an excuse to show up and make photos for our own enjoyment.
Welcome to my world and I would guess the vast majority of people who read your posts. I'm positive that there's no one in the world who is more enthralled with viewing my photos than I am. So as long as I'm satisfied with my own photos, I'll keep taking them! :D
Re your comment about taking pictures for ourselves. Since a major medical event last year that knocked the crap out of me last year I walk at a local waterfront park as often as possible. Part of my way of getting myself to keep doing it is carrying my Canon dslr every time. To my surprise several people usually women have stopped me to ask about what kind of camera they should buy as they are dissatisfied with the results from their phone. Photography was always somewhat of a niche hobby anyway so I’m getting the impression that all is not lost.
Terry
I love that hipster lean in the final black & white parking strips photo.
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