I like this ;-)
Thanks Glenn. This is my mother's "backyard." I took about 2000 shots while I was home, and (seriously!) probably 1500 of them were taken in an area of 2-3 acres around here. By the end of it I was crawling through bushes to get a shot of some blade of grass I noticed peeking through the snow. I spent several hours each day doing this, trying new things, seeing if I could coax my point and shoot to do what some of those snazzier cameras can do, cursing the light (always!), talking to my camera when it wouldn't focus the way I wanted, and generally having a very, very good holiday! The luxury of time! I know I took a lot of crappy pics, but I think I also got a few really good ones. It doesn't really matter to me that much, because the activity was its own reward. You probably know what I mean...
Sounds like you're getting your Emily Dickinson on, dude. That's when you find yourself bound to a small geographical space (for whatever reason), and your senses can't stop exploring those few things that are there. (Sorta like focusing on some godforsaken Hibiscus flower for days on end.) If I can offer any advice (which I am normally loathe to do), don't get rid of those crappy pics. Come back and look at them in a few weeks or months or years. You'll be really surprised and, frankly, floored at what you were able to accomplish. You sound happy. That's good.
(LOL! I still can't remember I have an individual comment/reply system!)Yeah, I think you're generally right about the Emily Dickinson thing, Glenn. But also, as I was in the middle of things, there was the ever-present notion that this, this is where I come from, but it's only now that I'm really looking. I hate to get all... serious and shit (you probably know me well enough), but there was a certain, um, transcendence that I was feeling. Not religious or anything, but still there...Sorry, I'm in a rambling mood!And yeah, I never trash any pics--even the completely blacked/whited out ones. Hey, we're guys, right? We might need this shit someday! ;-)
Why do we feel compelled to apologize for experiencing transcendence? We always seem to be doing that. I really think it's a physical/chemical thing. I know I can do it when I'm getting my teeth cleaned or a new tattoo? The only time it's inconvenient is when I'm driving, but New Orleans pedestrians are good at jumping out of the way at the last minute. So there's no problem there.
I meant to say, "I know I can do it when I'm getting my teeth cleaned or getting a new tattoo."
Not having any tattoos myself, I rather enjoyed the mental image of having them "cleaned"! ;-)