Yesterday I photographed a HS football game. The editor begged asked me to shoot it and I can't say NO to her. It felt great to stroll onto that field, with my press pass around my neck and my big beige pro photographer lens. I didn't stay too long, just long enough to shoot enough photos and I strolled off the field again. I love the view from the field. The stands just don't cut it for me anymore!
So I shot Evan's 8th grade game today too. Except there is a mom who shoots it every week and then shares her photos of clusters of kids all piled up and indistinguishable and I didn't want ot step on her toes. When me and my big beige lens walked over to her and asked if she'd mind if I shot the game today what I really wanted to say was "Watch me and see how it is done." I had my press pass around my neck only under my shirt. I was going to whip it out, need be. I didn't have to. The mother was gracious about having another photographer on the field. I didn't want to rub my mad football shooting skills in her face, but I had to tell her that she wasn't standing in the right places to get a decent shot. She said she knew and continued to stand right where she wasn't going to see a thing. WTF?!?! I can't wait for the parents to see what I have to show them.
Except there is a chance my shots aren't in focus. My camera is acting weird. Also, my display keeps shutting off on the back of my camera. There is a photo expo in NYC at the end of the week and I am tempted to go. I might be able to have it looked at there. If I go to the photo expo on Friday I can get in an 8AM workout at the posh club before I leave. Then it'll be a really good day.
The photo class that I go to isn't really a class at all. The "class" is more of a supervised independent study. It's 10 of us sitting around in a room full of computers doing our own photographic thing and vying for some attention from "the teacher" because non of us are in the least bit confident. Some of us should be safely confident and the other half needs to go back to school. I'm probably the most critical person in the class. I keep it to myself. At least I don't say anything out loud. If you know me, I am one of those people who can be read like a book. My silence speaks volumes and my face gives me away all the time. I did almost lose consciousness when one of my classmates, who I often wonder about because I don't think I see any redeeming qualities to her work, (told you I'm a bitch) told me she was always known for her perfect sense of composition. NOT!
Anyway, I am preparing myself for some frustration tomorrow when I want to have a thoughtful discussion about the printing medium I am using and if there is a legitimate reason to use it for one style or subject of photographs over another. I'm having coffee with one of my classmates before class. Maybe she'll engage in this agonizing artistic philosophical pursuit with me.
sigh
I had a bad weekend people.
I don't want to go to sleep tonight because most of the time when I go to bed all uptight and preoccupied I have disturbing dreams. I love starting my week off in the photo "class" but I hate having something to do in the morning that prevents me from going to the posh club. The posh club is such a perfect way to start the day! If I wasn't meeting the classmate I would try to squeeze in a run. Maybe I will go straight to the posh club after class .....
I can't wait for daylight savings time. Waking up in the dark is such a drag.
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