The predicted high today is 92 degrees. It’s only the first week of May. We haven’t had very much rain to speak of. In some areas, rain fall is under80% of normal rain fall. Granted, we live in the high desert. But, it’s a little too hot, a little too early. And, it’s way too dry… even for here. It guess that it’s time to shift from spring time pictures to something that reflects accurately the coming summer. Hot. Hotter. And, dry. These pictures really need to be about something that readers can relate to.
One of my goals when I make travel images is to try to instill a sense of “being there,” or “what is it like to…” I try to do that with my PAD images as well. When I was a young child, my parents took us on a lot of road and train trips. There is a certain feeling that I get as an adult when I travel on interstates or even some back roads, even if it’s only for a short trip. Call it wistfulness, call it nostalgia. But, I get it.
This picture was made at Route 66 Casino, about 15 miles west of Albuquerque, New Mexico on I 40. To my way of thinking, even though it is fairly new location with new signs and branding, at arrow pointing into the ground — implying “this is the place” — is a throwback to all of the old signs that you see along remnants of Route 66. A little low winter light helps too.
There is a lot to say about baseball. For one thing, plenty of my pictures a day come from local games. But more importantly, baseball in it’s purest form is can be a metaphor for life. Look at this picture. Isn’t this what baseball is supposed to be about? Isn’t the passing of something from father to son a huge part of life? Doesn’t it provide a foundation for when the wind of changes shift. Wait. Bob Dylan wrote the last line. Credit where credit is due and all of that.
Simply put, this is a picture of a mid-summer night’s perfection. At least, to me it is…
I was listening to a little bit of Jazzfest from New Orleans yesterday via the internet on NOLA.com. I used to live in New Orleans prior to the storm, which is what we call Hurricane Katrina. It made me a little nostalgic. I started thinking about what it was like to live there and how much I liked it and how much I miss it… sometimes. As time passes, I find myself missing it less and less. That’s the way of time, I think. The picture I decided to post today was my last serious picture from New Orleans. I made it in July 2005 at the jazz funeral and second line parade of Tootie Montana, the Chief of Chiefs of all the Mardi Gras Indians. This man is called a spyboy and is part of the Indian culture. He is singing a spiritual song called “Golden Crown.” What’s interesting about this picture is how I made it. I like to shoot “from the inside out,” meaning I like to get in the middle of the action rather then stand on the sidelines. Because this is a cultural event, the Indians would dance and sort of push me out of their circle. I would work myself back in. They’d push me out. Back I’d come. Everything was fine. They knew that I understood and I knew that they understood. Besides, Tootie’s nephew, Donald lived only a few doors down from me. Now, he’s the Chief of Chiefs.
I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase that getting to the heart of something is like peeling an onion. Sometimes, it’s just not that hard. I was unpacking some groceries when an onion fell out of the bag and bounced on the floor. Off came the outer skin. I picked it up and thought, ” ah ha, here’s a subject for my daily shot.” Oddly, it didn’t break, but came off the onion in one long piece. It reminded me that even though most things worth pursuing need a lot of work and practice and more practice and… some times, you just get lucky.
So far, I’ve been mostly posting from Picture A Day 2008. I thought, since it is the start of a new month, that I would show you a picture that I made in the last 12 days. There are a couple of real nice frames tucked away in the general nonsense of what I’ve been shooting. But, since I haven’t posted many people images, I decided to post on of my neighbor Vincent Herrera. He is a carpenter by trade. But, with housing starts way down in New Mexico, he does whatever he needs to support his family. On the day that I photographed him, he was planting trees and bushes.
May is here. For me, producing a picture a day that means it’s download and post production time. Since I rarely review the month as I shoot it, this is always a very interesting time. How did I do is always a question. But, even more telling is that you can the events of my life, my moods and my technical failures. I can also tell just how much effort I put into the project. Was I lazy? Did I work hard? Did I explore each subject as far as I could? That’s an example of what I mean when I say that you learn a lot about yourself shooting a project like this. Oh yeah. What happened to April?
May also means baseball. And, beer.
I like to post to my blog in the morning. But, I’m a little late. The garden had a higher priority. There are tomatoes, and chilies, herbs and fruit — strawberries and blueberries as well as colorful flowers. Now the garden also has cedar chips which should keep it cooler in the heat of the high desert summer and keep the insects down a bit. How does this relate to a picture a day? On not so great shooting days, I do two things in the garden. I make a simple walk out the door and it’s there picture for the collection and it gives me a place to sit and contemplate the meaning of something. Sometimes, I even get ideas for the PAD project or other shoots. And, even in the heat of July and August, it’s a cool, quiet place to eat breakfast or have a coffee.
Shooting Picture A Day images are like shooting for any long form project. For a time, I shot a lot of Lonely Planet Publishing Division projects. Most of them were either for their “Condensed” series or for their large trade books. They’d give you a shoot list that number in about the hundreds of locations to be photographed. They’d suggest that it should take you ten days to do this. It didn’t matter what city you were working or whether you knew it well or not. In order to complete the assignment you need a lot of discipline and organization. It was like running a road race. You had to shoot a certain number of locations in a day. or you could never complete it. Unlike a road race, shooting PAD is more like shooting a marathon. The logistics and planning matter a little less. But, you need the discipline. You need to do it every day. You need to be flexible and somewhat opportunistic. You need a certain amount of aggressiveness. But, you need to temper that with what some people call flow. Some shooting days are better then others and you have to recognize that.
Sometimes you get really lucky. I was looking for a PAD image when I stumbled onto a quinceanera – a coming of age celebration for a young Mexican girl. The people were very friendly and they allowed me to work from the stage where the band was playing.