This mornings dawn brought with it a lingering fog and the fresh air that only comes from an overnight rain. It has been some time since I have ventured out to perceive the world through the lenses of my camera. Too long really, and while work and other commitments are the culprit, I can confess that the imposed break has been good.
Hi everyone. I have been working on a series of architectural shots featuring abandoned buildings, barns, and other structures. I wrote a small blog post about this which you can see here. Many of these old buildings are located in and around the area I live and have provided hours of photographic enjoyment. The 340 Barn is located along Highway 340, hence my title, at the apex of a fairly tight curve.
Recently a photographer friend of mine was lamenting about their lack of desire to make images and a general loss of creativity. Creative block, such as what my friend is immersed in, is indeed a real and crippling challenge for artists. Many of us who write, paint, and photograph face it from time to time. I read an article that said there are seven kinds of creative blocks ranging from mental blocks, to emotional, monetary, habits, and so on. I cannot say for sure where the the creative block comes from but I suspect it generates within an emotional or mental state. Creativity can be an intensive process and becoming trapped by your thinking can force you into making assumptions that are limiting to the creative process.
Hi everyone. This past week has been somewhat quiet, thankfully, and afforded me time to catch up on image processing and begin to think about some overall changes to my website. I also was able to get out for a little bit of photography at a family dinner event. This stunning red barn has been high on my list to photograph but I have just not been there at the right time when all of the conditions you might want - think clouds and light - have come together. As we pulled into the farm I knew it was going to be great, though I had barely a half an hour until sunset, which meant I had maybe 45 to 50 minutes of shooting time. While my wife went on in to the dinner I was running through a pasture of emerald green grass to get to the barn.