Evanston: on being a one-eyed photographer
Evanston: on being a one-eyed photographer
I walked down to the lake this morning determined to find something to photograph.
Always I have known that to take good photographs, doing so must be your first priority, and I am a writer before I’m a photographer, turning experience into words before images.
After a heat wave with temperature around 50°F/10°C the past two days, today is a few degrees below freezing with a hard, cold winter sun. I know the sun is neither hard nor cold; but at a distance of 93,000,000 miles/150,000,000 kilometers, it can seem so in these latitudes. Still it is welcome and much better than solid low overcast that presses down like a leaden cloak.
In a small park a few blocks from our condo, workmen are preparing what will soon be an ice rink.
Perhaps not coincidentally, I just made my reservations to fly back to San Diego two months from today. I’ll stay four weeks with the main task being to haul out, anti-foul and, probably, lower the rudder to inspect the shaft and bearings. The ‘probably’ is dependent on the boat yard. If it is not convenient, I’ll wait until Opua.
Of photographs, I added ‘self-portrait in darkness’ to the others on the webb chiles page.
I read that Oxford Dictionary has named ‘selfie’ the word of the year.
Lack of grace is endless.
Thursday, December 5, 2013