Room With A View

Urban exploration with a camera certainly is fun, but I was actually quite pleased to discover that this site has been recently redeveloped in a tasteful manner. Pickings are slimmer for the intrepid photographer in search of evidence of architectural decay. Musing on the passage of time, the thought occurred to me that once the relics in your photographs start to look like the architecture of your youth, you know you’re getting older. Thankfully we’re not there yet in my case. Definitely something to keep an eye on though.

Tasting notes: Leica R6, 60 mm lens, Fomapan 100 film.

A Room Without a View

A number of years ago, I traveled to San Francisco for a conference. I scoured the internet for a reasonably priced room, and the most reasonable accommodation I could find was still about $300 per night. At that price, you'd think there would be a decent view out the window, but alas, that was not the case. At least the bed was decent and comfortable and my back was happy about that the next morning. I went for a walk in the morning and this was the best I could do on that day. After the passage of so much time, it's a memory I'm glad to have captured.  

Tasting notes: Fujifilm X-100S digital camera.

Marking time

In May I started letting myself believe that we were emerging from a little over a year of travel restrictions, health precautions, and the like. That things soon would be getting back to normal, or at least that we were headed for a new state of 'normal' that was a little looser. It is nice, perhaps even necessary, to be able to mark the different chapters of your life precisely in time. Ambiguity of time tends to add a certain level of anxiety to the mix. 

For about 20 years, I regularly attended a conference in Los Angeles. On every visit, I would make a point of going to the Getty Center to view the art and make photographs. It was something I looked forward to, a mini-ritual of sorts. I no longer attend this conference and that is fine, but I'm kind of looking forward to discovering the next little photographic ritual. Maybe next year...