A dusting of wet snow this morning, which by itself would be nice for making photographs, but the accompanying 25 mph winds today will preclude photography. The pinhole camera in particular, would act like a parachute in such conditions, taking an involuntary trip to Kansas or beyond. You can imagine what an 8x10 view camera with bellows extended would do.
While it would be easy to blame my geographic locale for exceptional weather that gets in the way of making photographs, I have experienced the same hit or miss conditions in various parts of the United States. With global warming, weather extremes have become more than commonplace everywhere on the planet, more so in some places.
I have had too much heat in the American Southwest (Utah, Arizona, New Mexico), too much sun and wind everywhere. If I were diligent and collected data via a daily log with even the most simple weather elements for the day, my hunch is that one out of seven days are ideal for clicking shutters.
For me, a lightly overcast day in which soft light is gently diffused by cloud cover is ideal, but both color and black and white. In the studio, this is easily reproduced by the use of my softboxes which can me moved closer or further away from the still life setup. The real world depends on luck of the draw for the right meteorological conditions suitable for art making.
I suppose we photographers do not have sole proprietorship of this malady. As I sit here typing, sipping morning coffee, and listening to the wind which is even audible through the two foot thick stone walls of Rauhallinen Farm, I cannot imagine a watercolorist setting up an easel and commencing to paint in this shit either….
Have a good weekend.
“Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…”
― Timothy Leary