By now you probably know that I went to a carnival this weekend, so that I could take some pictures. That’s all well and good, and I suppose you’re now expecting me to cough up some shots of kids on rides, of bright lights, of things twirling around. So, what do I come up with? Water. Still water.
Yes, I know doesn’t make any sense to me either. But, I couldn’t help myself. I loved the way the lights were softly reflected on the water. I thought I wanted to paint this someday, so I’d take a quick snap, and here it is. It’s probably going to be the best shot from the night too. I’m cursed like this.
Let me explain. You see, I’m the type of photographer who could go somewhere, hike up a mountain, or lower myself into the deepest depths of the ocean. While I’m down there? A bunch of ok shots. But, get me back into the boat or the plane or the whatever and I’ll take this stupid little “one off” shot of somebody fastening a belt, fixing a shoelace, or some such thing and that? That will be the picture of the day. I never get what I came for, I never wind up dancing with “the girl I brought to the party.” Me? No, that would be easy. And I never do things the easy way. If I wanted to take a picture of water, why, I’d have to go to the desert. Or the moon. Or some other Godforsaken place, one where you’d never expect to find not a drop of water in the joint. Want to shoot portraits? Easy-look for privacy. Autumn leaves? No problem, shoot for spring flowers. Aaaaarrrrggghhhh.
It’s a hard life, really it is. Somebody please help me, I’m cursed.
Until next time…