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Sometimes you're obligated to take a picture. Obligated by money or history or reputation, you're the individual who's expected to produce a picture of this, today. And you're generally happy to oblige.
But today you had no obligations. No expectations. Today, your only quarry was wild art.
Doesn't have to be a contest winner. Doesn't have to be the best picture you ever took. Maybe just the best picture you took today. Something you like. Something you'd like to share.
My background is in newspapers. On slow news days, editors would send us out for wild art. Fill space. I tried to make something I liked. Parks and beaches were over represented. Regardless, I shot it, it ran, it was gone, forever. I still tried to make something I liked. Catch and release. The game's in the catch.
Today I go hunting for light. Subject doesn't matter. My only obligation to the light. I was fortunate to watch the sun go down in Astoria, Oregon. It's a deepwater port at the mouth of the Columbia river. The city's architecture is dominated by a huge-assed steel bridge to Washington state on the north bank. It's tall enough to let container ships pass underneath.
I considered adding this to the cityscapes thread.
Peak golden hour. See that heart carved in the tree in the upper right? If I had noticed that when I took this picture, a picture of that heart would have been this picture.
As the daylight ebbs, the nightlight creeps in.
But today you had no obligations. No expectations. Today, your only quarry was wild art.
Doesn't have to be a contest winner. Doesn't have to be the best picture you ever took. Maybe just the best picture you took today. Something you like. Something you'd like to share.
My background is in newspapers. On slow news days, editors would send us out for wild art. Fill space. I tried to make something I liked. Parks and beaches were over represented. Regardless, I shot it, it ran, it was gone, forever. I still tried to make something I liked. Catch and release. The game's in the catch.
Today I go hunting for light. Subject doesn't matter. My only obligation to the light. I was fortunate to watch the sun go down in Astoria, Oregon. It's a deepwater port at the mouth of the Columbia river. The city's architecture is dominated by a huge-assed steel bridge to Washington state on the north bank. It's tall enough to let container ships pass underneath.
I considered adding this to the cityscapes thread.
Peak golden hour. See that heart carved in the tree in the upper right? If I had noticed that when I took this picture, a picture of that heart would have been this picture.
As the daylight ebbs, the nightlight creeps in.
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