2017 is coming to the end. It was a very good year. In many ways.
I made smart decisions and not so smart. And of course a lot of mistakes.
I was experimenting a lot with black and white photography and came to conclusion
that I am comfortable with monochrome and color.
I met interesting and talented photographers
and got inspired by them but chose my own way in photography.
I also decided to photograph what I am passionate about and nothing more.
I still have a strong infatuation with street photography.
And of course I am always thrilled when I am taking pictures of trees
which I see as lonely and strong people.
2017 is coming to the end. It was a very creative and productive year.
My hope is that 2018 will be peaceful and a good year.
For all of us.
New little project. New ideas.
Everything happened so spontaneously and wasn’t planned at all.
What was planned was to photograph the pigeons on top of abandoned building.
They always were there during many years. Always.
This time there were no pigeons, an abandoned building had nice windows and a new roof.
Instead of taking pictures of pigeons I wandered on the streets and photographed people.
I always thought that my photographs are disturbing.
They don’t project peace.
Yesterday I learned something different.
I was told that the photograph above does project peace.
And explained why,
“Gulls, these little helpless creatures, coexist peacefully
in the world with industrial buildings, cars and people.
Interesting. I never thought this way…
“Everything you blame, you are stuck with. Bless it. Wish it well. Wish it own freedom, and it will be very powerful in the way that it will not come back to you.” Adyashanti
I never thought that blame is energy which always looking for resolution and if you don’t wish it well it will always be drawn back to you. Interesting.
Why primitive photography? Why Zone plate instead of lens? It’s difficult to answer on this question but somehow my curiosity led me to the beginning of 20th century and works of pictorial photographers. I loved their images, impressionistic soft focus, how they embraced simplicity and imperfection.
First, I couldn’t take photographs with Zone plate. I struggled with exposures. Recently I got advice to use a tripod and long exposures. And it worked. To the point.
I don’t remember the exact day I found the small village chapel but I remember three dogs who greeted me in the chapel’s backyard. They were big, old and hardly walked.
Those were my unforgettable moments; the old dogs, the colorful carpet of autumn leaves, nice crispy air and peacefulness of a small and welcoming place.
This time I didn’t meet the dogs. The backyard was neatly cleaned. Its cleanness was sad and not inviting.
But there was something new and unexpected. There was the stature of a girl with a jar I didn’t see before.
You come to places you like and expect them to be the same but those places always betray you.
Photography is about making decisions, luck and patience. I learned it a few days ago. When I saw wild geese preparing for migration I thought, well I didn’t have a telephoto lens and wild geese would look like small black dots on my pictures. Am I OK with it? Of course, I was. Did I have a choice? I even began to think about my pictures as sketches. For the future.
And then luck came. Wild geese were flying over my head and they didn’t look on the screen of my camera like small black dots. They were visible and beautiful.
Geese flew many times toward my direction. First they appeared from nowhere. I could hardly see them, I only heard their voices. They were wonderfully loud letting me know that they are approaching. Then they flew over my head and I took as many pictures as I could hoping to get one decent. It was a very short moment, just a few seconds and they were gone.
I waited for them about ten minutes to appear again. I was wondering around hoping to see them again. The whole adventure was great. I was waiting, then taking pictures of geese like a crazy person, then waiting again.
And here are my pictures of wild geese. As you see they already chose their leader. It’s a mystery for me how they did it. How did they know that this particular bird is the wisest and the strongest?
I should be happy about it and I am. But… I will patiently wait for cloudy and rainy days. I love flat light. It brings beautiful colors, more subdued, more neutral. Almost pastel colors.
I bought the hunting rubber boots with high traction. I tested them a few days ago walking on the field. They are great and warm but on a heavy side. No more worries about muddy trails and pools.
Life is good.