A Canadian mannequin and a bevy of the toniest mannequins I ever remember seeing... Boston. Of course.

 

Montreal ^

Boston. Below.

I love walking through town with a camera. There's always so much new stuff to see. Even if I've already seen it before...

 

I seem never to get tired of things. I've been partnered up with the same person for nearly 50 years and I still find her as engaging, sweet, compassionate and interesting as I did when we first met. It never occurs to me that I would ever be bored by the relationship...

It's the same thing with photography. I've shot well over a million frames over the last 52 years and yet every day that I step out of the house with a camera, a lens and a reasonable destination in mind I find all sorts of reasons to enjoy photography anew. Even when I go back to the same places over and over again. There's always something new. 

If it's not a new visual aspect it may be the chance encounter with an old friend, an unexpected intersection with an interesting person I've never met before. Or just the feel of a warm, weighty breeze across my face and hands as I walk down a familiar sidewalk with the camera swinging over my left shoulder on a fine strap. 

My friends call my continual focus on aspects of life and work, "discipline" but I call it "curiosity" and in some way, contentment. 

I have friends who are always flying off to climb the next mountain, the next ski slope, the next Michelin starred restaurant, the next girlfriend or boyfriend, the next museum, and to crouch near the next live volcano. They never seem to slow down. 

On the other hand I have friends and relatives who are happiest sitting in their favorite comfortable chair, next to a luminous window, reading a wonderful book. And maybe having picked up the wonderful book for the second time, looking for a different feeling this time around. A different way to enjoy the same story. Reading till the light through the window fades into twilight and someone close by is calling them to the table for a dinner made from scratch and served under warm lights in a cozy dining room. A bottle of inexpensive but serviceable wine over on one corner. Fresh bread steaming from the oven. Like warm breath on a chilly day.

For me, there is an indescribable pleasure in just walking with a camera. Walking till the light falls and it's time to head home to my own dinner and my own cozy dining room and my ever interesting companion. 

And we share stories about what we saw during our time apart. Something as simple as describing really seeing the neon "Stetson" sign for the first time. Or maybe a short discussion of a hutch that she saw that might work "perfectly" just behind the sectional couch. For placing small lamps for reading, or half drunk glasses of something in a comfortable intermission from holding the cold glasses or hot mugs against our fingers. 

Not everything needs to be accompanied by the prickly rush of adrenaline and as the old saying goes, "There is nothing new. Just new ways of looking at it." 

A camera you know forwards and backwards is more like a pair of comfortable walking shoes than a complex and needy tool. Match it with a good lens and fair weather and you've got the makings of another really nice day.

The 50mm lens is always on the lookout for a good mannequin shot. And my favorite camera seems to love the color red.

 

One of those cloudy days in late August just before the weather goes insane and rain pours down. Nice time for a walk. From 105° to 91° in a matter of minutes. So fun.

I headed back out today to continue getting up to speed with the Thypoch Simera 50mm f1.4 lens. A lovely lens with a bit of vignetting tossed in for flavor. I have this idea that you need to mentally "break in" a new lens. It's never an automatic transition from one known lens to a new one in the mix. You have to handle the new one, play with it and look at the resulting files. So far I'm happy I bought it. 

I was out for an hour. When I started my walk from the car to the other end of the shopping strip it was sunny and 105 degrees. When I got back to the car less than an hour later the skies were dark gray, the winds had picked up, the rain clouds started randomly dropping big drops in a slow and erratic fashion and the air temperature dropped into the low 90s. The lens didn't care. It continued to work as I expected. 

B. and I made travel arrangements for a short, late September vacation today. 

Travel to most America cities is dirt cheap at the end of next month. 

We splurged on the hotel though.

More details to come? Maybe.... 

But the pressing question is...which camera and which lens to take along. Or should I just use my phone?

(kidding about the phone).

I donated $250 today to be a supporting sponsor for one of my best

friend's photography show that opens near the end of the year. 

More details on the show later.

Believe in the power of art? Invest in it.

 

Feeling unsafe and subject to the "female gaze" while out testing a new lens today. I should have brought my pepper spray...

I'm sure this happens to you all the time. You're sitting on a bench because you are too old and feeble to walk very far. You're playing with your camera to pass the time. You're hoping people will just leave you alone because you revel in your identity as an introvert. A loner intellectual. It's a hot day and the heat has already made you forget your Social Security number.  And then, when you least expect it young women harass you just because you're so damn good looking. Happens all the time. And I'm getting a little tired of being objectified. 

This sequence happened just a few hours ago over on South Congress Ave. I was photographing myself and my Leica camera in a mirror on an A frame in front of a shop. Then, out of the blue I wound up with yet another group of admirers. I tried to ignore them and keep on shooting but ..... they weren't having it. 

I walked on after jarring episode this but about a block later they accosted me again and asked me to take their photographs with the city of Austin in the background. With their own battered iPhone. 

And they'd recruited two more friends to share in the process. 

I guess what the smart people on the web say is true, it's hard to approach strangers on the street and ask for their photos. Especially when there is an age and gender difference.

Pepper spray?

Maybe it's the bucket hat that attracted them...

 

People aren't as fearful of being photographed as one might imagine. Nor are they as paranoid about people photographing their children as some "experts" suggest. Good intentions are the secret

 

Just Sayin.

This young girl wants to be an actor. In fact, she already is. Her mom asked me to photograph her. We made photographs in my studio and then we walked over into the house and photographed some more. Her mom had coffee with B. while we photographed in the living room. No one was paranoid....

This young woman is an actress and an author. She also swam with our masters team for about a year until she moved to pursue her career. I asked her one day after swim practice if I could make portraits of her in my studio. I was 68 years old at the time. She was 22. She brought her mom with her. Her mom and I hit it off from the start. We all had a great session. It started with a genuine ask. Fun people are all around. Most are happy to collaborate if they get to know you. 

A child at a private school in Austin. The butterfly is real and alive. Not a prop.

I met this beautiful young woman on Sixth Street two years ago. I was 67. She was barely 25. We'd never met before. I just thought she had a great look and I told her so and asked if I could make a quick portrait of her. Why? I'd like to post it on Instagram. Cool! No paranoia involved. 

I met this person during a corporate shoot for other people in her organization. 

We worked together for an hour or so. After we were all done with the scheduled people I asked if she would come to the studio for a portrait session some day. During our  initial work together she could get an idea of what kind of person I was. She also knew the quality of the work.  

She immediately agreed and we set a time and day.

No creepiness involved. Just a fun collaboration and an exchange of time for retouched digital files. 

Why? Because it was fun for both of us. Photography is supposed to be fun.

Having a well done portrait of yourself should be fun. And have value.

Having a great image you can stick in your "book" or on your website is fun.

You just have to be crystal clear about your intentions. 

Portraiture is far from dead.

This person has been involved in several very successful high tech start-up companies. 

This was the third session over the last eight years I've done with him. His portrait is important to the marketing of companies he is involved with. It has value to him and to his enterprise. 

He was comfortable getting in touch and scheduling a portrait session. 

I was happy to photograph him and to learn more about his newest adventure. 

Are most photographers starving to death? Working part time as baristas? Living in their parent's basements?

 Find out what photographers really make for a living from this research:

https://petapixel.com/2025/08/29/how-many-photographers-are-making-over-300000-a-year/

Too long and don't want to look at all the charts?

My takeaway from the research is that here in the USA, among full time professional photographers interviewed, 39% make from $200,000 per year to over $300,000 per year, or more. There is a big proportion of photographers who make under $50K a year but tenure in the industry points to rising income by years of experience. 

Men, as usual, are over-represented. 

So, a larger percentage of full time working photographers than I expected are making as much as your average general practitioner doctor, CPA or median level attorney. Much better than expected. And right in line with my observations...

It's a range. But it's likely to be the same in most professions. 

A gifted advertising photographer, working in the right markets, can easily gather a net worth over millions of dollars by retirement age; given a good head for business and a history of sound investments. And no, the latest Sony, Leica or Nikon camera is not necessarily what I mean by "sound investments." 

Just thought I'd toss some red meat to the naysayers.