There’s a story I read, once, that Ansel Adams told about his “Moonrise, Hernandez, New Mexico” photo. It is one of the most evocative photos, with the moonlight reflecting off of gravestones and crosses in a cemetery in New Mexico. As he tells it, he was driving away from another photo shoot. He saw the moonlight reflecting off the cemetery as he was driving, so he pulled over to the side of the road, took out his camera and climbed up on his car, set up his tripod, managed a shot and…then the moon moved on. A minute later and he would never have taken this photo.
It’s a cool story because of the timing. Much of what makes a good photo is timing.
Above is my photo taken along the Sumas River. It’s as much of an Adams photo as I’ve taken so far. He will continue to inspire me and I will continue to photograph.
…this is the way to get into the theater the cheap way. All you need is a crowbar…and a DVD…and a projector…and sound syst…
You know what? This is no longer the cheap way into the theater.
Oh well…I tried.
Electricity is power. Without it, we’d have no lights, televisions, movies, lcd projectors, cameras, computers, internet, cell phones, iPods, cars…um…the list goes on in a long, long mile.
(Please feel free to send me comments about how things like these can run in some manual, un-powered way. I know. My Pentax K1000 is completely manual, but still relies on a battery for the light meter and a whole crap-load of power to convert the film into photos, as an example.)
Religion, however, has started wars and brought peace. It has ended lives by transporting the dying into another realm, while started lives through dedications and christenings. It has started and ended civilizations. It has inspired creation and destruction.
I know which one I think is more powerful. What about you?
I went downtown in my city, Chilliwack, yesterday and snapped this shot.
I’ve always loved this old theater. My wife and I, when we were dating, went to see a couple of movies in this theater. Schindler’s List and Dragon: The Bruce Lee Story. It was old then, but it had character.
The company that owned this theater sold it to the city a couple of years ago for something like a dollar. I think it may have been only a dollar. The intent, as I gathered it, was that the city would do something with it and turn it into something for the community.
So far…nothing. The neon tubes, which is hinted at in the shadows on the PARAMOUNT sign, are gone or broken or falling apart. The windows are boarded up. It looks sad.
It could be a foundation for a revitalized downtown area. Instead, it is an anchor holding it down.
I’ve been a good boy lately. I’ve been eating right. I’ve been exercising. I’ve been watching my calories, both consumed and expended. But last night I indulged. I haven’t had pizza in quite a while, but we ordered Ricardo’s last night. I ordered my own special: ground beef, ham, and pepperoni. Maybe the least healthy food I’ve eaten in quite some time.
But it was so good. I think it tasted better because I hadn’t had pizza in such a long time. Either way, it was good.