Instincts
Posted by Taly on April 22nd, 2010 @ 12.29 pm | 
Last sunday i was out at the river with my mom and Benicio. Them walking on the water, just hanging around, me with my camera, taking pictures of them and the landscape.
At some point, two kids with a dog came near and while their dog was trying to socialize with Benicio (who likes to be a jerk to every other dog), one of them got near me, sat down on a rock and watched me curiously. Then he asked me if I was a photographer. “Yes”, I lied, and tried to take a picture of him while smiling.
But he didn’t let me. “Naaaah”, he said, and blushed and put his hand over her face and I just didn’t press the obturator.
It was the perfect picture, he was at the right stop and I had the right focus on him… and my first instict was to not shoot!
When I realized this, it was too late. He was standing up and walking over his brother. The moment was gone.
A real photographer would have shot. I need to learn to think less.
Writers write,
Best – H
singers sing,
painters paint,
pilots pilot,
designers design,
runners run,
sailors sail,
directors direct,
photographers photograph,
philosophers think and those who do not do, until later.
Too late.
I’ve been shotting for 49 years since 14, Henri Cartier-Bresson STILL makes my heart leap with joy.
Pictures are what you see, not think
And THANK YOU for those beautiful elegant themes!!!
Natalia did you know the demos have a database error 8-( and can’t be seen? Such a pity as they are so stunning…