Skip to main content

Photography for the People




This is a post about my photography, but first, allow me to talk a moment about creativity and individualism, at least as they apply to me. Your indulgence is appreciated.

Since I was roughly eight-years-old, the urge took me that I wanted to do what other creative types had done. If I read a good story, it would inspire me to write one of my own. If I enjoyed a smashing comic book, I'd go and make my own comic book adventures. A trip to an art gallery, or a perusal of a book about art, would jump-start the desire to draw my own pictures (and frame them). And, when I'd view a well-taken photograph, I'd want to take my own photos.

The aforementioned cause & effect could, I suppose, be labeled as creativity of a sort. Plenty of people read books, comics, look at art and enjoy photographs, but most are content to simply consume such things, and do not have the desire (as did I) to do engage in those activities. Is this, then, a form of individualism? I think it might be. It's not enough for me to say, "That's nice," and go on about my day. I often think to myself, "That's nice, and I want to do my own version of it." Call it inspiration, creativity, or individualism, but I've been doing it now for nearly three decades. It brings me pleasure.

Now, about the photography, in particular. There's an app on the iPhone called Instagram. It allows one to post photos to it, and use the built-in filters to improve the look of the photographs. I've been using it for several months now, and have grown to quite enjoy it. I don't pretend to be a professional photographer, and it's unlikely that anyone would mistake me for one. But it's fun. And I try to do the best I can, by using different types of filter apps, using different subjects (nature, structures and people), and generally attempting to produce some quality stuff.

Working with Instagram has helped me be more creative, and introduced me to a wonderful community of people from all over the world, who share their photographs on the iPhone app. Some of the photos are obviously professional-grade, but most are not. And that's fine. Photographs are meant to capture something -- whether that be an artistic vision, the stunningly simple beauty of nature, a posed model, or a fun moment between friends. Crap photographs exist, yes, but I think that a fairly all-encompassing view of what constitutes good photography shouldn't necessarily be limited to the perfect and professional.

Sometimes, good photography can be for the average joe (or jane), who just want to be individually creative. For that purpose, something like Instagram works well. I don't pretend to take amazing pictures. I know my limits. There are other things that impress me, and that I'd love to have the talent to do. Great architecture and design is, alas, far beyond my scope. But darn it if I can write a half-way decent story, sketch a drawing, and take a cool photograph. At least, I try to.

Comments

  1. How appropriate that you write this post as I set up an online gallery for my wife, and replace my own existing gallery with an updated version.

    I take photos to please myself, no one else. Most of the photos that I take are for function, rather than form: for use in making 3D building models.

    I do enjoy being creative with my camera, and if anyone else enjoys the results; that's great! If not; I certainly won't feel bad, nor have I lost anything.

    I enjoy your photographs, too. It's nice to see the world from other peoples' perspectives.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Thanks, Dan. :-)

    Do you have a way for us to access your gallery?

    ReplyDelete
  3. I'm getting things set up at http://gallery.dexterityunlimited.com/ right now. I decided I'd start it over from scratch. Lots of photos to upload, and I'm sure the layout will change a bit as I go along.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

If You Could Read My Mind

Dance clubs are a funny thing. They contain within their walls a life force and vibrancy sometimes unmatched anywhere else. When dusk settles and the lights come on, people will flood the dance floors to gyrate to music with hypnotic beats and songs about love, lust and fun at the disco. At gay bars, this sort of scenario usually increases ten-fold. It isn't for everyone, but for many it is a respite from the harsh realities of the real word. It is a place that isn't just a structure, but a sanctuary where folks -- minorities in their own communities -- can take shelter and unwind with abandon, at least for a few nighttime hours.
As someone who benefited greatly from such an aforementioned gay dance club, you can imagine my dismay at news of the closing of Chester Street Bar. In business for over three decades, gay-owned and operated, there was a time when C-Street (as it was known by most) was the only haven for those in the LGBT community, near and far, to enjoy themselves …

3/4

Ok, we're now three-fourths of the way through this year's calendar, so I thought I'd rank the thirty-eight 2017 movies I've seen so far.

Here they are....


1. A Quiet Passion
2. Baby Driver
3. Dunkirk
4. Get Out
5. Kedi
6. A Ghost Story
7. Wonder Woman
8. Columbus
9. Brad's Status
10. Marjorie Prime
11. Maudie
12. Logan
13. Spider-Man: Homecoming
14. Guardians of the Galaxy, Vol. 2
15. Brigsby Bear
16. Atomic Blonde
17. The Big Sick
18. Split
19. Kong: Skull Island
20. It
21. Wind River
22. A Cure for Wellness
23. The Hitman's Bodyguard
24. Norman
25. Kingsman: The Golden Circle
26. Logan Lucky
27. Alien Covenant
28. Ghost In the Shell
29. War for the Planet of the Apes
30. Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales
31. Life
32. Annabelle: Creation
33. Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets
34. My Cousin Rachel
35. Baywatch
36. The Bye Bye Man
37. mother!
38. It Comes at Night


It will be interesting to see what the last three months of the year brin…

Unbound

"Step out from the mask you stand behind Fearful lost and blind Time to take the time The pressure’s on you Hide away, hide away No tomorrow, just today"
- Brilliant, Ultravox
Today was National Coming Out Day, so of course it gives some pause for reflection on my own coming out story. It was in April 1993, my junior year of high school (go Chargers!). In the six years of writing this blog, I have alluded to how I came out, but never really delved into the intricacies of how it came about. What better day to do so than today?
My first (small) indications of homosexuality manifested in grade school. While in first grade, I thought a fifth grader looked cute. In fifth grade, I would stare, longingly, at a boy in class, until he caught me looking at him. There were some infatuations with boys in middle school, and a first sexual experience during freshman year of high school. Everything up to that point had been, for the most part, based in the physical realm. I liked the way certain…