I've been noticing this pattern where, once or twice a year, I come back to dA, post a few pics, browse and comment on a few more, then two months later I'm out. I don't like that. It's surely not a way to stay updated on the works and news of people you get to know around here, but having other obligations can be prohibitive sometimes. Still, I'll take what I can get; I love being here, and apologizes for all the missed replies, unseen submissions, and unread journals.
Self-pondering aside, I've been recently reading Joe McNally's works. He's an amazing photographer that does wonders with small flashes; not the studio strobes, the ones you can hot-shoe on your camera. So I caught the bug and decided to venture into flash. I've only been using flash for less than a month now, but I can safely say that natural-light and artificial-light photographies are so different, I'm not sure they should be even in the same sentence. Of course that's a rookie commenting, so maybe no one does use them in the same sentence anyway.
For now I'm swimming at the kiddie side of the pool, taking pictures of water drops, fruit splashing, and stuff like that. (samples below)
But I'm aiming at something different, doing portraiture to be exact. Whether it's street or studio, the works of Vivian Meier or Richard Avedon, it's nothing less than amazing this whole light playing off off people's faces. And understanding "Light" is one big challenge. I try to educate myself as much as possible on how to read it, craft it, shape it and all that, but I suspect books can only take you so far...
Turning 180 degrees from this subject, last month I was sent by my bank to a 3-day conference on the 'global economy' in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Aside from a very interesting and funny speech by George W. Bush (and a less cool one by Gordon Brown), there were a lot of meetings that had the words solvency and liquidity in them. Naturally, I was fantasizing about ripping my suit to pieces, wearing my cargo shorts, and go driving in search of wildlife. After all, this was Florida, land of the gators. It's important to say that I've never seen these animals before, but the idea of being mauled scared the scheise out of me. Too many giant croc movies...
On the last day, me and my cousins, who had flown in from San Francisco, went to an Indian reserve to see the alligators. (I'll also post a few pics.) We were in an airboat on lake Okeechobee and it had quite a few gators. The boat driver stopped next to one, and the beast just approached the boat, which was only a few inches off the water. It was scary as hell. The guy had a bag of dog food with him, and he kept throwing fistfuls of it to the animal because, according to him, that's what's stopping the lizard from jumping on the boat. Joking or not, my bladder was threatening to embarrass me. Luckily it manned up and didn't.
All in all a good trip. And now re-reading what I wrote, this is one pretty scattered journal. Oh well...Coherence schmoherence!