Photography Thinks
In photo school, they teach or try to teach creativity. Look around as you walk. Find natural frames. Examine the landscape. Imagine. Use technical skills. Breathe. Shoot. Move on without chipping.
I do and I did, without their help. I see with my eye without regard to what I think others will see, feel or want to know. I just have a feeling sometimes. Upon return to my studio, I download. Voila.
Now, why did I make this image?
Keep Your Distance
Always sad when an ice cream store stops serving. A container you. Soft Ice Cream. The sweet smell when you walk to the counter to order. Always poured fresh. Grab a napkin and figure out how to start eating it. Point first? A lick? Don’t let the cone soften too much.
Three guys from somewhere walking around Revolution Square in Havana. Smoking their cigars just like Fidel would have liked. Boys will be boys. Bless us all and viva la revolution.
No sure where he parks his ship. Met him on the street, by chance. Keeping my eyes open. Never saw him again. Have just discovered the photo. Remember taking it, like it was the only photo I ever shot.