We are having a beautiful, light snowfall taking away the ugliness of mud that we had for Christmas eve and day. The trees are dusted and the air is still. The birds are taking advantage of the feeders today in large flocks. I watched them make their way to the ash tree that is next to the feeders 10 and 20 at a time then fight for position on the perches.
Initially I just had my camera on automatic but the more I watched them flit from tree to ground to feeder I decided to up my shutter speed to photograph them in flight. To stop the action of their wings.
Amazing. I could do this all day. Sit by the fire, drink a nice hot beverage and watch the birds and the snow.
The holidays are over – today is for me. As much as I love having family surround me for the weeks around the holidays I really enjoy the day after when it’s quiet. It’s a time I savor and today has been perfect.
Yesterday I took a series of photographs of some of the flowers in my garden. They were pretty nice if I do say so myself. I took them all with my phone. Whenever I do this I always feel like this is a little bit of a cheat, or that I’m just too lazy to go get my camera. Many times I use my phone because it’s just easier to upload the shots to the internet if I want to share them and there are a lot of choices in how to share.
Lately the change in my attitude has happened because the photographs are as good as anything I would take with my camera. So here’s the old school photographer embracing the new technology and really loving the results. The most important part of photography is actually taking the picture – if you don’t take it you don’t have it. My phone is almost always with me, my camera not as much. So when the shot is there so is the means.
There are photographers I know that seem to think the better, more expensive the equipment the better your images will be. I’m here to tell you that you need to be able to see the image before any equipment comes into play. The most important photographs to me are when I know that I am seeing through the eyes of the photographer, that little window to the soul.