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It’s hard enough driving by car in snow, but Boulder certainly has the heartiest bike commuters!



Shot with a 200mm f2.8 Nikon Lens.

I figured it out.  The reason that there are a lot of mediocre photos these days isn’t just because the phone is so commonly used, it’s also because there’s no varying viewpoint.  No telephoto.  No different focal length.  All wide angle.  Which is fine for some things but not everything.

I want to shoot wide, but also a good telephoto shot stands out amongst all those wide shots.  I just mounted an old 50mm Summicron on a Leica M6 (and sometimes a Panasonic GF1, which gives me an effective focal length of 100mm f2.)  I love long lenses and telephoto views.

That’s one area that cameras in phones can’t compete.  So get out your 85mm 1.8, your 105 2.5, and blow them all out of the water.  (It was a water event that I’m thinking of that folks posted all their wide angle photos from.  And as a group, they were all similar, which made them boring.)

Happy Long Shooting!

Exercise in and of itself doesn’t excite me.  But I like riding my bike or going for a walk, but just don’t call it exercise.  I like to get active with a camera around my neck, walking up and down the Pearl St. Mall in Boulder, or the alleys behind it, or the 16th St. Mall in Denver or some of the other urban neighborhoods.

Some street photographers stand and wait for subjects to align with backgrounds.  I find that doesn’t work for me.  I need to be on the move.  And when I am, things are coming toward me, and I’m approaching other things, there’s a lot to watch for.  And life presents itself.  Little moments.  Ready to capture.

This one sort of tells a story I’m glad I caught.  I was following the guy with his arms around the two girls, and that was a fine capture, but the look on the face of they guy looking at them, walking alone, made it for me.

Must keep walking.  Must keep going.  The more I look, the more I see and find and create.  Anytime I’m out, there’s a chance for an image to present itself.  It never happens when I stay inside.  I know this.  And I get some exercise!


It’s those special storytelling one-of-a-kind moments that I capture and then they exist that give me photographic thrills.  Better than any roller coaster. When I’m hanging the film to dry and see some of the images, or importing them from a card to Lightroom, it’s sheer joy to know that I created these images, which didn’t exist before and wouldn’t exist now but for my passion to get out and document my world.


And the more I go out, the more I get.  No wonder Winogrand was so passionate about shooting everyday.  And shot so much film.  Because life is happening and if you’re not getting it, you’re missing it.

If I’m walking with a friend, I don’t see anything.  If I’m walking with my camera zone-focused, finger on the shutter release, I see images all the time.  They appear when you look for them. When you’re available to see.

That’s the most difficult part–making time to get out and look.  Because it’s life, as unique as anything Henri Cartier-Bresson or Robert Frank captured.  It’s alive.

And so am I, a working photojournalist and street photographer.  What a great time to be alive!

I went to an auction last night and I thought about how I always carry a camera with me everywhere I go.  Actually at least one film camera (Leica M3 and/or Rolleiflex 3.5F) and a Fuji X100.  Tucked neatly in a Domke F-804 Reporter bag or Billingham Hadley Small bag.  And I go lots of places but I find I rarely open up the bag and shoot.  Because it takes an effort to pull the camera out and that draws a lot of attention to it.

So, last night, I just put the Fuji X100 (yes, I went digital) around my neck.  I always have it on silent mode and from my street shooting experience, I know how to shoot with it at mid-chest level, instead of needing to lift it to my eye.  It made all the difference in the world having it there, not in my bag.  Because I can’t shoot with it in the bag.  And I don’t.

wp3I am going to make a point of wearing it around my neck–not even my shoulder is good enough, because it’s still not in a place I can shoot.  And I’m going to see how much more I photograph as a result of its immediate accessibility.

These photos came from that experience last night, shot from the chest.

The one of the two girls playing a clapping game I even asked if I could photograph them, which didn’t seem like a big deal since my camera was already out.

Camera around your neck.  Not your shoulder.  Not your bag.  Not your car.  Notes to self!




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