Maybe I was bit too blunt
in my previous post.
My opinion about daily photoblogs is (except the fact that it's my opinion,
and who am I to judge?) that if it's a stage to share your works with visitors – for their comments and criticism – You should
also take in consideration the quality of the uploaded works.
There are different kinds of blogs; some tend to the artistic side others to more of a personal side. Reading your comments (specifically
Asaf Karagila,
Glenn,
Daina,
Mahbubur Rahman,
Xavi Heredia and the Anonymous Lisa) – Made me realize that my words might have offended few of you and I sincerely apologize for that.
I never meant to hint that each photo I upload here is a piece of priceless art, but I do strive to choose the best photo I can for the weekly (now, most of the time it's bi-weekly) post. This weekly selection process of a photo, for me, is not less important that taking one.
Now, next topic – A real story about how few seconds changed my photo approach and made me spend few thousands shekels.
Imagine – Early sunny morning. Big crowd stands near a late to be opened bank. People grumble at the closed doors.
In the middle of all this fuss (just next to me) stands a guy - About 45 years old, unshaved, uncombed greasy hair, a hypnotizing smile with a mixture of black and gold teeth, dirty slippers, dirty pair of torn jeans and a 'grayish used to be whitish" t-shirt with a big "34" in front. So far, nothing unusual.
Suddenly. A shout from the back and our shining hero turns towards the caller. He raises his hands in welcome and a new figure approaches. A man about 40 with spotless white shoes, neatly ironed white pants, white blazer, cleanly shaved and with hair gel in his black locks. Perfect white teeth. And most importantly - a white t-shirt underneath his opened jacked with a big "35" number on it.
I though I was going to faint. I felt a huge bubble of laugh building up inside me while in the same time I felt like crying because I didn't had any kind of light capturing device on me. The meeting of these "versions" was a painful sight for a photographer without a camera.
On that date, I've made a promise to myself – From this day forward thy shell never roam the streets without a camera.
DLSR is way too bulky for this, so got myself a
Ricoh GX200.
What missed frame caused you to curse the gods for forgetting your camera?
