Obsolesence is what gives something its charm. Punk rock, if you will. I’m no exception to the everlasting renewal and rebirth, from the tree and wheel of life. Eventually, I’ll get what I need, even if I don’t know it immediately. But in time, I’ll sense it and move on to new adventures. Always grateful for the journey.
If you guessed 1983, you’d be wrong. It’s May 2019. Astoria is a town with a thing for retro automobiles. The old classic did give me the feeling of a faded photograph.
Sentimentality aside, engineering and design progress is a good thing. Love the color, though!
Banks is a small town in Oregon that on most days is a bit sleepy, yet polite, and a fine place to start a bicycle ride in the country. But on a hot Sunday afternoon last week the town came alive for a tractor pull competition and a combine demolition derby of all things.
Now I don’t pretend to be an expert on motor sports such as this and I don’t live in this town. What I do have is a press pass and camera, which gave me access to the infield of the track. Always looking for something off the beaten path and being a lover of the vibrant in life, this was an action photography shoot that was a lot of fun to do.
For many of the shots I chose a 55mm focal length because I discovered that, for one reason or another, when combined with ISO 200 in bright sun the color pops. This tends to be true whether a polarizing filter is used (it was here). And this event was delightfully saturated with color to begin with.
Adventures in new places, such as this, is why I got into photography.
Last week I went to Downtown Portland to shoot photos of a bike race. Little did I know the bike race had been canceled months earlier. Disappointed I walked through Old Town and contemplated my Plan B. It was late afternoon and traffic congestion would make getting anywhere a daunting task. I was beginning to think the afternoon was wasted.
I walked upon the Bill Naito Legacy Fountain along the waterfront and decided that I could at least practice shooting photos in open shade and perhaps walk away with some nice stop-action shots of water. Maybe a kid would ride through the fountain on her bicycle. All of that happened and it was nice, but nothing special. I was still mulling over the bike race shots that never happened.
Then she appeared. Without a care in the world she set down her bag, turned up the volume on her music player, and spontaneously started her own individual party in the fountains. She danced, struck model quality poses, and ran around in circles and diagonals. And all of it was in rhythm with the water fountain.
She had not a care in the world and was in a blissful, genuine moment to herself. It was unplanned. I had no idea what she would do next. It was great. And it was candid location portraiture that I could not pass up.
Afterwards I spoke with her. Her name is Kimberlee and she had just moved to Portland from Northern California. Her attitude was amazing and very friendly. She came across as self-assured which really went without saying. All of this just goes to show you that sometimes the best plans are the ones you don’t make.