A friend of mine posted that he was considering changing his look. The post triggered a visual in my head and I messaged him to see if he’d sit for me before he cut off his ponytail. His gracious yes let me play in a way that is rarely an option. I asked him if he had a good overcoat, a nice suit, maybe a hat… he said he had the right coat, a tux but no hat. Then he asked about having a cigar as part of the conversation. My visual adjusted favorably and off we went. After some discussion about where, we settled on the Little White Shed at the Cornelius Roadhouse. I brought my black fedora hoping it would fit. He strolled up the walkway in that cold silver light and we made our way to the shed. I had called for permission and we were grateful that the bartender had the wood stove rolling already. We had a great hour of quiet collaboration.
Scott Sakamoto runs a blog called Puff Sumo for cigar aficionados. It’s a passion he has rekindled from years back and now he takes it to a much different level.
People as Landscape
On a related tangent, I just submitted his photo to a portrait competition. Then I added a few more of the personal portraits I like. The underlying link is that none of these was work for hire… all of them were done in play. A lot of the work I do for hire feels quite narrow in comparison. The clients tend to have a defined end product in mind and that tamps down the play.
After a session last week another friendsaid “I’m curious to see how you see me.” That speaks to the dance between a person and a photographer. Every one of us has a face we assume when the camera is present. It’s just theway it is. The work of the photographer is to cut through a little of that drama to a truer version… to keep it real with as much grace as possible.
I’m a people-watcher from way back. Faces will always fascinate me…
Blogging is something you have to have the time to do if you want to do it well. Apparently, I ran out of time in June. ;0)
Don’t get me wrong, I have a mountain of cool weddings and sweet family work to write about… 2017 was a good year for great clients and it was well paced which should have given me the time, right? Looking back, I’m realizing that there were some dark forces getting in my way… not just the daily run of the mill stuff, either. My husband faced down a major surgery in June… the results were excellent but the early parts of that ride were scary. Ongoing for a couple of years now, my only sister is caught in the rabbit hole that is dementia. We aren’t sure which kind it is yet but it is becoming increasingly evident that she is in trouble… a very bitter pill to swallow considering that she has always been confident, articulate and artistic. Losing those parts of her is heartbreaking and she lives too far away for me to help much. Probably the biggest daily obstacle, though, has been my inability to tear myself away from the headlines this year. The train wreck in our nation’s capitol has been and still is banging around inside my brain and it leaves me no choice but to stay informed and involved.
Life goes on. People are still getting married and having beautiful babies, lawns are still getting mowed and the moon rises and sets on her perfect schedule. I plan to blog several weddings in the next month or so… I don’t want any of you to think I have walked away from this work. It’s too much fun to be a part of it.
Say goodbye to 2017 and let’s put our best selves out there for the coming year, ok?
A few old school traditions are alive and well in today’s wedding world. Even as the bouquet toss and the garter are beginning to fade, there is still a late part of the evening where one of the old traditions lives on.
After the major festivities, you’ll notice a group of guys, sans jackets, head for a corner outside of the venue… they are as relaxed as they are going to be on this long day. It’s almost always the best man who hands out the cigars and he is usually prepared with a cutter and a lighter. The conversation is quiet and it always feels like the men are channeling their older selves as they offer a different sort of toast, a race well-run sort of congratulations to the groom.
Of course, the mood swings in a different direction when the women start to join in. The pictures change, too. ;0)
It’s a favorite part of my camera work even if it makes my nose itch!
Two Dads at a wedding… it’s always cool to see how quickly new families start to blend. These dads pulled up their chairs at the edge of the living room and chatted about how good their kids were together. The ceremony and the family shots were done and they had some relaxed time before dinner was to be served.
The 16 guests were scattered in small conversations around the room but the Dads seemed to have the most to talk about and there was no shortage of smiles in their heart to heart.
Heart to heart abounds at Portland’s White House… it’s a very sweet place for intimate weddings. You should check it out if you have one coming up. ;0)
She and I have been friendly strangers forever… I wave, she smiles… always at a distance. Since I haven’t been in her neighborhood for 30 years, I thought I’d try for a real conversation this trip. We decided we would try a Monday visit since no one goes anywhere on a Monday. Damn if the line wasn’t longer than the one at the Vatican… long enough to suck up an entire day. So we decided to ride the Staten Island Ferry instead.
I waved. She laughed.