The trip is over. I have been home for 4 days now and am so grateful for it. For many reasons, I had an awful time on this trip. I have never felt so alone and so out of control as on this trip, and it scared the hell out of me. India was jarring, too, but in a totally
different way. However, the color holga negs I have so far (still need to process the BW ones...) are really making me happy. A few favorites are posted here, but the whole set is in my pbase gallery to check out. As usual, I am drawn to inanimate objects for the most part...textures, colors, shadows, and light. Building materials always fascinate me- the signs of erosion, decay, and time that usually present in layers. I have never been really good at personal contact, people pictures, even with my friends at home. (The wedding photography is a whole 'nother thing...I
thrive on photographing people at weddings.) I was going to try, but once I realized where my head was at on this trip, I stuck to the houses, walls, and fences that I knew best. It is safer (and it is much more comforting to me when I am stressed) to be alone and stand there studying peeling paint for chunks of time.
The trip is over. I have been home for 4 days now and am so grateful for it. For many reasons, I had an awful time on this trip. I have never felt so alone and so out of control as on this trip, and it scared the hell out of me. India was jarring, too, but in a totally different way. However, the color holga negs I have so far (still need to process the BW ones...) are really making me happy. A few favorites are posted here, but the whole set is in my pbase gallery to check out. As usual, I am drawn to inanimate objects for the most part...textures, colors, shadows, and light. Building materials always fascinate me- the signs of erosion, decay, and time that usually present in layers. I have never been really good at personal contact, people pictures, even with my friends at home. (The wedding photography is a whole 'nother thing...I thrive on photographing people at weddings.) I was going to try, but once I realized where my head was at on this trip, I stuck to the houses, walls, and fences that I knew best. It is safer (and it is much more comforting to me when I am stressed) to be alone and stand there studying peeling paint for chunks of time.
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