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In My Dreams We had our night photography class wrap up last night. Everyone brought in their slides and contact sheets, compared exposure times and talked with Troy Paiva and his wife, who had come in to show us some of his night photography work, particularly things he'd done in the western deserts. He's fascinated with derelict buildings and airplane graveyards, photographed at night and illuminated by everything from flashlights to the headlights of passing cars and hand held strobes. The results are an eerie treatment of discarded America in jet blacks and weird saturated color.
Bob Bathrick, one of the students in the group, handed out a promotional
I think I shy away from the discipline and tenacity involved.
So I'm taking my photography one leisurely step at a time. A year on focus here, a year on exposure there, none of it coming into conflict with my early morning coffee or my after dinner nap (when the light is at its best and real photographers are out shooting up a sweat). Shit. Maybe I should send for one of those "Become a Hot Photographer in Three Sleep Filled Nights" courses on CD and learn it all through specially padded headphones as I sleep: Exposure, composition and dream analysis all wrapped in one. Cartier-Bresson without having to lug a camera around. It could happen. In my dreams. |
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