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With Information, Sometimes More is More (Day 10 of 31)

There’s an enormous sense of satisfaction that comes from being able to take the photo you want—not having to rely on stock photos or on other people’s work.

Much of the mental work required to take these photos lies in becoming a better editor. You learn to edit the objects included; edit the edges of the frame; edit the finished photos. Strip out and pare down. Such restrictions are effective and useful, and they make a streamlined and elegant photo possible.

But of course we’re not always trying to highlight one or two chosen objects. On photographer Eric Kim’s blog there is a great post called Ten Lessons Lee Friedlander Has Taught Me About Street Photography. I like a lot of Eric’s insights but the one I want to draw attention to is number 4: “Incorporate more content into your photos.” With more information your photos can become more interesting and visually complex. They hold the viewer’s attention for a longer time.

When the purpose of a photo is to document a situation, consider whether you want to eliminate details or pile them on by the truckload. If you’re capturing what a particular time and place contains, more information may be just what you want. In those cases, a wide-angle lens works well. Don’t zoom in or edit out; try instead to cram in details, edges, signs, labels, architecture, overhead wires, random occurrences, and stray animals darting across the path. It won’t be as peaceful a shot, but it will be one that’s filled with information.

(For the month of October 2017, I’m participating in the 31 Days bloggers’ challenge. You can find out about it here, and check out the interesting work other bloggers are posting.)

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Thanksgiving
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Happy (Canadian) Thanksgiving!  (Day 9 of 31)

I hope your day is peaceful.

Here are twenty photos to consider taking today.

  1. A picture of something in everyday life that you’re thankful for.
  2. The turkey, all done but still in the oven.
  3. A pile of shoes by the door, to remember who was gathered together.
  4. A photo of everyone around the table.
  5. The hands of someone you love.
  6. An animal’s eyes.
  7. What you’re wearing.
  8. Dessert.
  9. The view from your bedroom window.
  10. A mirror self-portrait with loved ones.
  11. Light on leaves.
  12. Someone performing a task and laughing.
  13. A musical moment.
  14. A mantelpiece or shelf of family treasures.
  15. The book you’re reading.
  16. A wall hung with old family photos.
  17. Your back door.
  18. Birds in the sky.
  19. Lighted windows at twilight.
  20. A goodbye kiss.

Whether you’re with family, with friends, at work, or at home alone, I wish you a day with some moments of gladness, good memories, and hope for the future.

(For the month of October 2017, I’m participating in the 31 Days bloggers’ challenge. You can find out about it here, and check out the interesting work other bloggers are posting.)

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Annual Traditions Are Overrated (Day 8 of 31)

It’s Thanksgiving weekend in Canada (tomorrow, Monday, is our Thanksgiving Day), so most Canadians are figuring out the logistics and timing for their dinners—who’s bringing which side dishes, and whether they’ll have time to make a run to the farmer’s market for a pie. It’s in this context—one of feeling profoundly grateful for all the good stuff in our lives—that I’m thinking about annual traditions being overrated.

I’ve realized it’s not the traditions themselves I’m arguing with, here. It’s the pressure they can make us feel. Some traditions require that an enormous number of variables line up right; and if any of them are a bit off, everything goes haywire.

In terms of photography, trying to recreate a certain moment year after year carries the implicit expectation that all the tumblers are going to fall into place: light, weather, people, traffic, moods, finances, health. Far better to go with the flow and keep expectations realistic, I’ve concluded.

The first time my wife and I took our young daughter to see Santa, she was two. A big moment. Unfortunately, the child just ahead of her in line was yelling and hollering as if Santa’s cottage were a house of horrors. “Erica! Erica!” this child’s parents were urging her. “Sit up on Santa’s lap so we can get a picture!”

Blood-curdling screams. Erica seemed to have figured out that David Sedaris insight, that Santa is an anagram of Satan.

Meanwhile, our daughter, observing this scene with enormous concern, was very worried at the thought that she was up next. You could see her wondering what hell we had planned for her.

Our family talked about that outing for years (we still talk about it). This random kid, known to us as Baby Erica, achieved fame in our household and will never be forgotten. (When our own daughter got to see Santa at last, she was, unsurprisingly, cautious; but things went fine.)

Poor Erica, though. We had a lot of sympathy for what that child went through. Better, probably, if her parents had just called it quits and missed the photo. Some of them just aren’t worth it.

(For the month of October 2017, I’m participating in the 31 Days bloggers’ challenge. You can find out about it here, and check out the interesting work other bloggers are posting.)

 

 

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Wolfville, Nova Scotia, 1980                           © Avard Woolaver

When I Was Young, Everything Was Black and White (Day 7 of 31)

I’m in my late fifties, which means I grew up with a black-and-white television. When I was young our TV got two channels, both of them snowy. Even shows that had been filmed in colour were, in our household and others like ours, translated into varying shades of grey.

And I loved paging through Life magazine; there, too, reality was shown in black and white. It became my default understanding of what a photo was.

Old family photos in my parents’ and grandparents’ albums, similarly, were in black and white. We had colour film, of course, and I enjoyed my father’s colour slides (shown on a big screen in the living room when we had company or at Christmas). But the basic set of beliefs I had about photos or images was that they were in black and white.

I think there’s some level at which, when I got seriously into photography in my twenties, I was working from that assumption. I still love looking at tonal variation and shades of grey—how a black-and-white photo can contain everything from deepest inky black to a pale, foggy, mist, to white and nearly silver. Black and white isn’t lacking, or second-best; it’s just different.

And it’s not better. There can be a kind of high-handedness about it, a sort of snooty, superior quality. A whiff of reading Russian novels at breakfast and watching only foreign films, an “I’m better than you” air. That’s an empty pretense, though. There doesn’t need to be any message in using it.

It’s beautiful. Colour is beautiful. Both are great—a pleasure to shoot, a pleasure to look at.

black and white
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(For the month of October 2017, I’m participating in the 31 Days bloggers’ challenge. You can find out about it here, and check out the interesting work other bloggers are posting.)

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Toronto, 2003          © Avard Woolaver

Film Used to Cost a Lot (Day 6 of 31)

Are you a digital native with photography, or do you remember film? I was a film diehard for a long time, making the switch only around 2006. Film was getting harder to buy, harder to have developed, and just generally more of a hassle. I was pretty sure I’d dislike shooting digital, though, so I’d held out for a long time.

Well, this was another lesson learned about the fallacy of predictions. I loved my digital camera. The difference in the tones of the print, which I was sure would bother me, didn’t seem like an issue. There were slight differences, but they were minimal.

And the cost per shot! These things were basically free! Sure, printing was still an expense, but you could take photos and view them for nothing. I felt I’d been set loose on the world with unlimited resources. The first eight months I had my first digital camera, I took 10,000 photos—around 40 per day. A few years later, I was up to 100 per day, or more.

But in the past year or two something has changed for me. I’m not tired of taking pictures; far from it. But I remember how much more thoughtful I had to be when every single shot represented an expense that was coming out of my wallet. (For those of you who don’t remember the days of film, it used to cost around $4 a roll, with developing and contact sheets or proofs on top of that.) Paying for it had kept me careful. Back in the 1980s, I always had to weigh my priorities, use my judgement, consider the shot before I pressed the shutter.

Do I think the extravagance of the past few years has been somehow bad for me? Like a moral failing, a photographic gluttony? No. I feel that I sharpened a lot of my skills during these years of easy photos, of taking hundreds of photos a day. It’s been great for me. I just find that I’ve moved into a different phase.

These things come upon us without our planning them. An interest or compulsion ebbs, or something inside you shifts. I’m reaching a point where what feels right for me now is to take fewer photos, more judiciously. It’s quite possible I might even return to shooting film.

Don’t you love the ways we surprise ourselves? You can think you know yourself so well, and then you learn something new.

(For the month of October 2017, I’m participating in the 31 Days bloggers’ challenge. You can find out about it here, and check out the interesting work other bloggers are posting.)

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