
I always carry a camera with me. And a photo like this is why.
Every single moment in time is unique. That’s the real power of photography, capturing a moment that has never existed before nor will ever exist again. The shadow of the power line tower, at this very moment, is perfectly centered on the face of the office building. Twenty-four hours later, the shadow shifted a few feet to the left. Heck ten minutes later, the light was gone.
If you see an interesting visual moment, capture it. Don’t think it will be there tomorrow. The light *will* change. The weather *will* be different. There *will* be a white service van parked right in the middle of your shot. There’s no stopping the ebb and flow of life, you can only hope to capture fleeting moments of beauty or emotion.
When I was a photojournalism student, I carried a full kit of gear around in case World War III broke out in front of me. Since then, I learned there’s something to whole “simplicity” thing. Carrying the full rig meant, along with shoulder pain, when it was time to make an image, I’d have to unpack my bag, swap a lens,etc.
After a while, my bag moved from the passenger’s seat to the trunk, and the moments slipped away. After years of body aches and missed opportunities, I generally leave the PJ rig at home but I always carry a point & shoot. When I was shooting film, my P&S was an Olympus Stylus Epic. Today, I carry a Panasonic LX2.
My LX2 resides in my jacket pocket or in my man-purse Chrome messenger bag. When I come across a moment like above, it’s easy as pulling the camera out, snapping a couple of frames and moving on with my day.
A note about the colours and tones of this image, or any of my images–This is pretty close to reality. Certainly, the optical characteristics of my camera sprinkle some faerie dust into an image, and my mild post processing “special sauce” helps with the contrast, etc, and I gently inject my sense of style and vision into an image…But I always strive to be truthful with my images and have them represent the moment as my mind’s eye remembers it. Anything I do can be done in a darkroom.