overthinker’s curse pt 1
I seem to be cursed when it comes to photographing living, moving subjects. My timing is impeccably bad. It reminds me of the feeling of foreboding I’d have when driving towards a goal in soccer: if I felt the terrible weight of needing to get the ball around the goalie and into the net, I would inevitably — inevitably — drive it directly to the goalie. Seriously: it was a not a shot on goal, it was pass to the other team’s goalie. Yeah, I was a star player.
If, on the other hand, I sort of light-heartedly bopped the ball without any real expectation, it would often, or at least occasionally, kinda get itself into the right place at the right time. My best shots were accidents.
I’m the same with the task of not running into people in the grocery store. If I actually try to not run into people walking towards me, I inevitably — inevitably — get caught in the little I’ll-go-left-no-right-no-left dance.
So when shooting people I’m probably just trying too hard, too. This shot of Marika (playing at the Walnut Room in Denver last night) represents a rarity for me: I felt I actually caught a moment.
August 4th, 2006 at 1:18 pm
Great pic. Actually, all the ones you posted on flickr came out well, even if they may be a bit red. Did any of the soundcheck ones make it?
And again, great to meet you.