I’m starting to look again at photos I took on a trip to Bishop last month in which I had a little “camera settings mishap.” Let’s just say I won’t be printing these very large. Not large at all.
Yes, basically boring. But somehow I kinda like it. In a retro sort of way. I don’t know why.
We hiked through Panther Meadows on our way to the little summit of Gray Butte at Mt. Shasta. In person, it was interestingly beautiful on account of these strange little pines. In digital, it is rather more strangely beautiful in terms of the color. This was the first time I actually found myself in the mountains with a polarizing filter on the camera. It seems to have done things to the color that I was not expecting and can’t seem to control well. This was especially so in the meadow here, for some reason. Nonetheless, I found these shots interesting.
Soon after arriving at the vacation house, we were settled in and ready to go explore and figure out where we were. We headed out on foot, going south along the gravel road until it came to a gate and paved road. Just beyond a stand of pines to the east, a house stood, with debris and equipment, including a backhoe, strewn around. We passed through the gate and took a right, walking up a gentle slope away from the house. A couple hundred feet in, we came to gravesite. We huddled to confer. We decided to turn around; we were getting hungry, anyway. The girls led the way back. Mt Shasta stood guard in the distance.
My sister-in-law has been living in San Diego for the past year, and we finally had a chance to visit here there for her birthday last month. Her second cousins also live there, and the day we were leaving we visited them at their home near Point Loma. They were kind enough to whisk us off for a quick tour of the peninsula. This was the view from the historic lighthouse there.
I’m not sure what to call the kind of photography I have been primarily engaged in since getting back into it over the last two years. I just know it hasn’t been landscapes and scenic photography. Indeed, I have not been trying to make images that are overtly beautiful or aesthetically pleasing at all.
Yet, there is something irresistible about nature. Often, it is awe-inspiring. And as we all know, sensations of pleasure, well-being, and the loss of self in the one-ness of the creation often lead to addiction. Gotta get that fix again and again. That leads to wanting it for oneself, even in a puny way like making a picture of it.
That’s not to denigrate scenic photography. I find a lot of it pretty wonderful. I just also see the production of it as beyond my ken–not to mention my lacking the wherewithal to afford the gear and the travel to seriously pursue and produce beautiful scenic photography.
All that said, I’ve had fun working with some shots of San Francisco Bay taken mostly as an afterthought–or just because I always have my camera with me, so why not? And the other night I was at a friend’s home that is on Albany Hill and overlooks almost the whole bay. After taking a couple shots from the deck, someone showed me the Richard Misrach book of the Golden Gate. It was inspiring. I came to see the intrinsic interest of a series of photographs of one thing taken over all the different conditions to which it may be subject. I think I may try my own little series from a given vantage point and see what happens. If only I could get a neon martini glass, or rusted car, or dead cow or something in there…
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