Must Always Pay
A wedding on a yacht this afternoon. Work, work, work. Rain too, from the look of it. I guess I'm up for this, I have a little three color map with an arrow pointing to the marina. I am the only photographer. And this is my last wedding except for MSJ's, which is scheduled for September and at MSJ's wedding I am the backup photographer. No strain. No need to produce the mandatory poses. A wedding deserves good effort by a photographer with his or her heart in it, none of this half assed stuff you get outta me. Deedle-dee-dee.
Carnaval is coming!
Yes indeed. Time for an attitude adjustment.
I've added a couple of photographs to the How Berkeley Can You Be? section of ArtandLife after futzing with the HTML, hence the photograph up top. I must have been hallucinating when I was coding the pages or secretly fighting the project. Odd to see that, at least in retrospect, how many weird little quirks make up your own (warm, rational, brilliant, invariably right) being. Fighting the project. Why am I fighting the project? For reasons quirky and mundane, no doubt. No creative touches here, just the usual weird psychological stuff you see on Oprah. "Take two aspirin and give us a call when the weird disappears my dears", say the men in the white jackets.
Later. Oh, man. Five hours shooting, sixteen rolls of film on a rolling boat. I discover I'm skilled in handling a rolling boat. No dizziness otherwise, some exercise, lugging the cameras and the like up and down, up and down. I realized late into the shooting that one of the settings on my strobes was wrong, a reason you hire an experienced photographer, but I don't think it will make a difference. A little less fill light, the overall exposures should be OK (please? please?).
Think, think, think. Watch the shots in front of bright windows, move, make adjustments. Shoot pictures of all the attractive women and then shoot them again. They will turn out well or they will turn out OK, but they won't turn out badly (please? please?) and I don't want to do this again, although - a little voice is laughing in the distance - I wonder. I'm getting better, but not in order to shoot weddings (please? please?). Really. There are no free weddings. The photographer must pay. The photographer must always pay.