You never get tired of looking towards the city.
The you realize seeing things in black and white is not necessarily a bad thing. Just ask Edward Weston.
There are two exhibits at the National Gallery of Art that I wanted to see. “Vermeer and the Masters of Genre Painting” was an interesting and eye opening display of the willingness of great painters to borrow ideas from one another. The “Posing for the Camera” exhibit allowed me to see for myself some notable prints by great photographers. Of course, everyone was intently looking at the great masterpieces.
Images from “Posing for the Camera”
Paintings from the “Vermeer and the Masters of Genre Painting” exhibit
And the painting by the stairwell, Salvador Dali’s “The Last Supper.”
Outside the museum, proof that red is a beautiful color.
We went to Times Square hours after the parade ended. Near midnight, the crews were busy cleaning up the trash (and there was A LOT of TRASH!) and the police were moving the barriers down. People still milled around in copious quantities, buoyed by the food that rests deep inside their stomachs, the frenzied energy of the holiday season beginning to take root. A man plays his saxophone while countless people mill about the food trucks and billboard signs that drown out the stars in the night sky. New York, the city that never sleeps. Frenzied strolls along the well lit avenues. Electric is the word.
In photography, you pre visualize the images that you want to take. If a location is nearby and familiar to you, you have probably taken dozens of pictures, each one slightly different, each one a variation of an idea that you want to execute. I was drinking my morning coffee and walking around the coffee shop, something that I have done a hundred times before. The modern building across the shop is fairly colorful. Yellow and red highlights against the brown brickwork and panels. I brought my camera to take the picture that I envisioned.
It turns out, however, that a minute earlier, I took the picture of shadows falling on the walkway and the walls of the building. A lady with a suitcase fortuitously walked into the scene. It wasn’t the picture I was planning to take. It was the picture that presented itself to me. And, even with all the colorful trimming on the upper part of the building, this picture full of shadows and light looks better in black and white.
Seven yards and seventy degrees. From one spot, to the other, with the lens pointing in a different angle. What the GPS will hardly notice, your eye certainly will. Photography, like life, thrives in the unexpected.