After months of photographing gray, brown, and more gray, the Lord has blessed us with some spring flowers! I snapped this image while on my daily walk across the street to lunch. I’ve seen this same flower pot with nothing but withered roots in it a hundred times. It was refreshing and inspiring to see it full of new life and a splash of color!
I’ve heard it several times before and I bet you have too. Keeping a gratitude journal – into which you spend 10 minutes at the end of every day jotting down everything you were grateful for during that day – will reduce your stress and up the happy in your life.
Arianna Huffington summarized all this in her book Thrive by noting: “According to a study by researchers from the University of Minnesota and the University of Florida, having participants write down a list of positive events at the close of a day — and why the events made them happy — lowered their self-reported stress levels and gave them a greater sense of calm at night.”
I’ve read all about this. I’ve talked with people who do this. Without citing all the hard evidence, I’ll just say… I buy it. I get it. I’m in.
But… I stink at journaling. I’ve tried it probably 10 times before, for a variety of reasons and typically upon the advice of a friend, but I can never get past a couple of days of actually doing it. Once I even purchased a beautiful leather clad journal with heavy weight cotton paper and thought to myself: “Yeah, I haven’t successfully journaled because the paper itself wasn’t just right.” Right.
More recently, however, it has hit me like a much appreciated bag of bricks over the head: why not keep a visual gratitude journal? One that I capture with a camera (or my phone) and which helps me account for all of the things that I am most grateful for in my life. I have created a special on-line gallery (accessible only by me) into which I place these images. They contain photos of people, of events, of places. Just knowing I possess such a gallery prompts me to search around during the course of each day just looking for, and thinking about, my blessings. I review the gallery often and consider everything in my life I have reason to appreciate.
And you know what? It works. Maybe I don’t stink at journaling after all.
Try it and see. Let us know if it works…
After many months of photographing indoor basketball and hockey games, campus shots with snow banks always in the background, and leafless trees, spring has sprung! Today I kicked off a very busy two months for me at work, full of picture-taking, writing, and creating. It was great to walk around campus, under the warm sun, and take pictures of the goings on around me.
I am excited and look forward to growing as a photographer during this next chapter.
“Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.” — Edgar Degas
It has been a slow awakening, a coming into the light. And it has been fairly difficult. I am a photographer. I know how to use my equipment. I know my way around post-processing software. I have refined my photographic eye. But I am no artist.
I have spent decades refining this craft. Most of that has been joy, as I have described on these and other pages. Experiences of living, of traveling, of encountering and of discovery most often include peering into a glass or electronic peephole, manipulating compositions, altering shadows and highlights, and capturing it for all of posterity. It has been a photographic… pardon the cliche… journey.
The quest to improve as a photographer is big business. This desire is fuel to an industry that seeks to move gear, instructional supports, travel workshops, and a million other associated products and services. The fundamental equation is this: buy X and you will become a better photographer. I’ve wanted that. Many want that. Many. It’s big business.
Joey described his recent decision (see here), a shedding of sorts, to focus on artistry. And not all the rest.
As for me…
I, like many others, believe that a camera should function like an extension of one’s eye – for without this quality, how can it accurately do its owner’s bidding? Personally at times, I find that decisions regarding gear, specifically which gear to use in a certain circumstance, interfere with my ability to create photographs that I am pleased with. That obstacle is overcome when I only have the X100F in my bag, because of its streamlined approach to photographing. Continue reading
It has dawned upon me on more than one occasion that I have nothing from that era. Nothing left to show from it.
I entered college, as does everyone, with a sense of wonderment. And anxiety. What would the future hold for me? Would I fit in? Would this eventually be okay…?
Not long after starting, I grabbed one of the few things in my possession that grounded me to my past and which marked my identity – my camera… and headed to a meeting of all those interested in working at the school newspaper. Thinking that I would need to claw my way in, to prove my worth in a crowded field… I brought a small portfolio of my high school work and processed up to the table with the long haired hipster (an odd site in the early 1980s) editor and introduced myself. Seeing I was holding a well worn Pentax K1000, he said: “You’re a photographer?” Before I could deliver my much rehearsed elevator speech, he continued: “Can you cover the basketball game tonight?” I was in.
By the end of that first year, I was co-photo editor of the paper and never looked back. That gave me immediate access to all sporting events, including court-side passes at the old Boston Garden for the really big games. I watched Doug Flutie eviscerate my team on his way to the Heisman Trophy. I gained front row seating at school shows. I mingled with administrators and faculty at fancy cocktail receptions. I was in.
The best part, though? A building key and special 24/7 access to a sprawling darkroom on the third floor of the campus center. A facility no one else used, not even my co-editor who preferred to shoot and let me do all the developing. I spent hours in that place, bringing images to life in pulsating chemical-suffused water under a dim red glow. The images came to life onto paper, hung drying from racks of wire lines that enveloped me. It was a bliss.
Don’t you wish more of your photographs were hanging on your walls? Or rather, don’t you wish more of your photographs were worthy of hanging on your walls?
Oftentimes I find myself aimlessly scrolling through travel or landscape photography albums, whether they be on 500px, instagram, facebook, etc. There are always a few photos that make me stop and really study the image; these photographs are comprised of a captivating subject, a great amount of post-processing, and are scenes one would rarely ever stumble upon. I look at these images daily, trying to figure out the secret.
But then I have to remind myself; it’s not all about the places you travel, or the gear you shoot with, but rather the memory you are trying to preserve, when it comes to hanging photos on your walls. In the case of this photograph – I want to remember the adventurous spirit, in both my father and I, that drove us to veer of the road and trek miles and miles off of Route 1 in Iceland to find this plane. I want to remember the fun we had, congregating around this aeronautical monolith, each trying to photograph it in a unique way. And I want to remember the fun the two of us shared on that trip.
Don’t you wish more of your photographs were hanging on your walls? Then make more memories, share more experiences, adventure to new lands, and then return home and hang the reminders on your walls.