I alluded to this yesterday, but after I put it into words I realized I really have had a freaky couple of weeks with the camera. I've almost literally taken no more than five pictures—one at some friends' lake house, one a portrait of Zander, and three the evening before last—and to my surprise I quite like all five of them. I did take several exposures in each instance, as is my habit, but each time just of one scene, just to get the one shot. The picture above is my friend Ned Schley, at his log cabin on the shores of a small lake near where I live. I went for dinner, and I was probably there for four or five hours altogether, and I literally only touched the camera once—it was the only picture I took all evening. It wasn't set up at all. I just saw him listening to someone else talking, asked him to hold still for a second, and snapped it from where I was sitting. When Ned's son Jim saw it he said, "What a gorgeous, evocative picture—of the man and the place!" And...well, damned if it isn't, at that. (Not to be modest or anything.)
This, of course, is not the way photography is supposed to work. It's not the way photography usually works for me. I'm going to try to remember this, because I think it might be the Cosmos paying me back for all those times—dozens, if not hundreds, of times—that I thought I saw something but it turned out to be nothing, or that I worked hard and took lots and lots of exposures and got...nada. So what's the deal? Is what goes around coming around? Kismet. Karma. Payback.
I should probably go out and take pictures today, I'm thinking. But probably no more than two or three....
Featured Comment by Ed Wolpov: "It's not about the photography, Mike...it's about the connection. Being with the right people, feeling comfortable, enjoying a great dinner, having a drink, relaxing, grooving on the camaraderie of good friends is what it's all about...and it shows! You can't just go out and look for that, you've got to live it before you can shoot it."