Tuesday Viewsday XV
I just realized that I labeled the last Tuesday Viewsday incorrectly as the number four in roman numerals instead of fourteen… nice.
Well, we had a little derailment of the posts there for a few weeks with my small featurette on my Washington, DC trip, but it’s time to get back to the riveting excitement that is our Tuesday Viewsday segment. This week I thought it would be good to dive into an area of photography I don’t often spend much time in, nature.
Don’t get me wrong; I enjoy the outdoors tremendously especially when I have my camera with me. As most photographers will tell you, as many of our stories are similar, you spend the first years of your career shooting anything and everything that you can, no matter what the subject may be.
The more you shoot in those years, the faster you realize that your heart and passion lies in a particular area of photography and you spend most of your time there. While you may visit some of the other genres from time to time, as any well-rounded photographer should, you feel most comfortable and “at home” in that area you shoot most often.
My “home,” as I discovered, was portraits and landscapes, both urban and rural, especially abandoned, “lost” objects. Nature and wildlife was definitely not my calling, but not for lack of trying.
I took this image, “Flying Solo,” in 2008 right after I purchased my first camera, a Nikon D40X. I was in that “shoot everything” phase so I took my gear with me down south to Mounds City, Illinois, a small town outside of Cairo, the southernmost point in the state.
For almost every year since I was old enough to walk and carry a gun, my father would take me with him to deer camp in November. After 17 years of hunting, I have fired my shotgun three times (twice in practice, once at a deer) and have killed absolutely nothing. What can I say… my heart just isn’t there.
So this time around I was wanting to shoot something, but with the subtle click of a shutter release instead of the deafening boom of a shotgun barrel. I had no idea what I was doing, but I spent plenty of time walking around the woods, looking for moments and objects to capture.
While I didn’t have much luck capturing wildlife (something to do with my thrashing about and making too much noise, I suppose), I vividly remember trying to capture the trash and junk that was strewn about the forest. Old cars, bottles, tires, spray cans… you name it and the woods of southern Illinois are littered with it.
Remember how I love abandoned, “lost” objects? I remember standing in the woods that day and feeling an unspoken attraction to these items and wanting to capture their untold “stories.” I have it on my project list to do a photo show/gallery feature entitled, “Illinois: Abandoned,” that focuses on these objects I love to capture and I hope to visit Mounds City and the surrounding countryside as part of that project soon.
So, now it’s your turn… do you have a passion or hobby that you are crazy about and can’t seem to escape? Do you remember the moment you started embracing it full-force? How did you feel? I’m curious to know. Drop me a comment and tell me your story.