Thursday, July 22, 2010

Rust

Had my first rodeo of the year the other day and I feel like this piece of rope sticking up out of the dirt...weird. It was nice to see familiar faces and soak in the periphery of the rodeo for an evening, but the photos I brought home weren't really what I'd hoped. Perhaps I have been to so many over the past few years I am not seeing like I used to, things aren't jumping out at me like they used to behind the chutes or as soon as the light turned nice. That seems to be the real test of a good photographer is the one that can continue to find within the familiar.

5 comments:

淑娟淑娟淑娟 said...

人應該做自己認為對的事,而不是一味跟著群眾的建議走。..................................................

佳瑩佳瑩 said...

期待你發表的新文章!跟你說一聲加油。............................................................

books said...

nice pictures

林靜智林靜智 said...

愛情是一種發明,需要不斷改良。只是,這種發明和其他發明不一樣,它沒有專利權,隨時會被人搶走。.................................................................

Lin said...

The rope looks like a flower blooming amongst all that dirt. It's like finding peace or gentleness in all that rough and tumble.

There are times when my photos reflect my mood. I find myself asking "Am I searching for meaning in this?" and so the photos somehow make sense then. There are days when my photos are just lovely and there are others when I find a story or meaning in the shots.


Put up word verification on your comments so you avoid the Chinese crap like above. That will eliminate it once and for all.