The change of seasons always call a photographer to capture the moments in between the expected. I knew the other evening that it may well have been my last opportunity to walk on to the frozen surface of Centerville Lake for this winter (sic) season. And so on an unexpectedly warm Sunday evening, capping an unexpectedly warm weekend in an unexpectedly warm beginning to March, I walked down at sunset to the lake to see what light I could find.
On my morning commute today I was reminded of the importance of having a camera with me nearly always. The ability to visualize a scene and find in it the photograph that you want to make is a vital element of producing compelling work. Having the means, inclination, and ability to react to that scene in an instant is another matter entirely.
All summer long I’ve been shooting a patch of sunflowers growing along the road next to a neighboring farmer’s field. They were planted in a small strip, just a few rows wide. A shield, as it were, between the passing cars pouring down their commutes to the City and the working earth so few of their drivers probably notice. I’ve always loved sunflowers.
