I’ve always liked this picture, but I think it’s because of the circumstances… It was a very quick, bang-bang kind of encounter. I’d have preferred a bit more time to get focus and composition better locked in. But you get what you’re given; and it’s up to the individual photographer to have his/her technique up to the level required to capture the scene.
Oh, how the vagaries of memory doth vex me… Yeah, verily… I took the above picture a little over a decade ago, during a trip to Japan. Japan is a country I’d always wanted to visit, and I’d happily go back if the opportunity once more arises… Though I’m not the same person I was when first I ventured upon those foreign shores. As evidenced by the fact I have no recollection of having taken this picture… At all. It’s not a very good picture, and there are technical difficulties with its execution. And I’m not sure if I’ve even looked at the photo since I shot it… But the point I’m trying to make is that it could be the greatest picture since the invention of the selfie, and I would still have no memory it. That’s not the way my photographic memory – i.e. my memory of taking photos – usually works. Usually, if I go to the trouble of taking the photo, I tend to remember the particulars of the happening; like where the …
This is the statue on the top of the Soldiers and Sailors Monument, located in East Rocks Park, in Hamden, Connecticut… which is just NNE of New Haven. As near as I can tell – cause the ding dang monument has never been open when I’ve gone – the lady depicted was neither a soldier nor a sailor. Not with that kind of outfit on.
Another shot from this past August, over in the wilds of Pennsyltucky… That red slash in the lower right is an airplane. Of which there were many… Like, I mean, like, OMG, totally heaps and bunches… At the height of the annual Perseid meteor shower, there are many pictures I shot with gobs more airplanes than meteors… GOBS more… Rackum frackum…!!!
For years, I’ve been wandering out at night, looking up at the sky – weather permitting. Sometimes I’ll even venture out with camera gear packed; ready to do battle with that evil monster known as the Light Pollution Dragon, native to these eastern U.S. shores… Alas, equipped as I am, I am untutored in the finer points of battle with such a pervasive beast. All too frequently I return, having once again failed in my quest for the elusive picture that one can stare at for days – gazing back at a universe that’s been all too free to gaze at us first.