Instacandid

I guess I can appear strange to onlookers when they see me taking photographs of blank walls or raindrops forming on car roofs. It is something I am aware of as I am out shooting. It can be inhibiting at times, particularly in Cork, especially with the big and bulky DSLR. The iPhone is a much more discreet photographer’s tool.

Anyway, there I was on a side street off Grafton Street, Dublin, camera pointed at a blank wall waiting for tall, skinny, and hopefully, colourfully clothed people to pass by. Tall, skinny, and hopefully, colourfully clothed people! Yes! For the type of photographs I am looking for, (blur) tall, skinny, and hopefully, colourfully clothed people make the best images. More on that in later posts. So, I am there; waiting. Always looking around waiting for the image to take form, and I see raindrops on the rooftop of a parked…

1/30th at f/5.6, ISO 100 (105mm)

Warwick Castle was a royal property during Henry VIII’s reign.

Photographs say a lot about a photographer’s state of mind. When we’re free to express, the expressions can be displayed in photographs. When we’re not, we’re only recording still moments.

Often I think It’s also a photographer’s job to portray into a role as an outsider, as a participant, as a stranger, as a passer-by. Isolating personal unrelated feelings while attaching first personal feelings to photographs adds tones and messages. It’s almost like commanding a language without swearing.

It’s something I felt about from the Chinese New Year until now.

I want to send out messages to echo my inner feelings too. Can myself able to decode them?

It worths investigating in a long run.