For 52 Frames this week I chased my magic hour: just before, just after sunset. There were failures to be where I wanted to be and, finally, a torrential tropical downpour. The big failure: I missed the deadline – an unforgivable act in the real world.
Here are my 3 choices. The submission was to be the cylindrical, industrial form & orange railing in the last gasp of magic sunset light just before the storm. 2d: the abstract through my windshield on the retreat home in the storm. Finally, just after sunset, the previous day: 2 guitar players at a highway intersection playing for coins. Wanderers of Latin America.
52 Frames pushed me out the door this week to do some street photography. It is something I usually love. The 1st try took me into the oppressive heat of Merida and was a fail. Saturday night I had a better time with the tourists & locals out in the Historic District (El Centro).
I submitted one as an uninvited guest at a wedding party emerging from a historic church but have now changed it and another to B&W. Much more effective.
The other two are from the tourist magnet corner of the park by the Cathedral, El Parque (where once the Mayan temple stood, its’ stones used by Mayan slaves to build the “new” Spanish city), & Governor’s Palace, etc.
52 Frames is a great site to challenge one’s photography; for me to push me to find reasons to shoot. Sadly, I can’t seem to keep up these days. The subject was “Repetition” last week. Finally Saturday I went afield thinking to work on exposed tree roots, chaos theory and the repetitive nature of fractal geometry. (I didn’t get it together to edit Saturday night so neglected another week.) Another time. I found in my favorite nearby construction site more patterns & forms. The diagonals enticed me most, especially sporting orange in the fading light.
For 52 Frames I missed “levitation” and wasn’t happy with my version of being “behind the scenes”. Returning to basics & my fascination with construction & machinery – what my wife called, “Little boy pictures” – these are results of an afternoon sneaking into a new mega-structure rising near my house in the north of Merida.