I spent last weekend happily shambling around the green-shadowed streets of one of my favorite cities: Savannah, Georgia.
I ate a shameful amount of seafood.
I slept in a ridiculously fluffy four-poster bed.
And I took photos. A lot of photos.
Today, I finally got a chance to go through some of those photos. And in looking back on them, I’m realizing a few things:
1) No amount of IS is capable of making up for my incredibly shaky hands, especially in the day’s best twilight light:
See? It’s time to quit overindulging in coffee, and stat.
2) My photos aren’t very good when I shoot in color, but shooting in color — at least on occasion — is good for me:
I think it’s important to deliberately work against your own aesthetic now and then, to stay limber and open and to enjoy the pleasure of a return to your own way of seeing the world… I’ve been doing a lot of that lately, so I look forward to a special homecoming soon.
3) Lately I feel drawn, over and over again, to images cropped so close or focused so strangely that they stray toward abstraction:
I tilt my camera at odd angles.
I use my zoom lens to sidle up so close to the subject that all context is removed.
I don’t know why I’m doing this — maybe I’m just restless, hungry to see the world in a different way.
Whatever it is, I know this: for now, for my soul, it’s good. ❤