It seems I can't go anywhere these days without my trusty Canon and it's accompanying backpack slung lazily across my shoulder.
I am a notorious early riser, at times as early as 5am I'll grab my camera and just go for a walk, and I'll shoot as I see. Just recently I was in my shop in Newtown in Sydney's inner west and an old vintage style motor bike pulled up across the road. In a mad frenzy I dashed inside, grabbed my camera and shot about 40 photos of this bike. Close ups of specific parts, rear views, front views etc, I just HAD to take every opportunity to perhaps get "that" shot of a fascinating piece of machinery. They turned out quite well in glorious black and white.
There is a place in the Blue Mountains known as the Everglades, an old art deco house and a most glorious garden designed in the 30's from memory.
My partner and I were strolling through there recently, along with Canon of course, and I caught sight of a statue which captured my imagination. The shot below is the result. It reminded me of an ancient statue that had come alive and been caught on camera while it was walking through these graceful gardens.
Leaping about in the middle of the day, talking to the statue and discussing what angle it needs to be shot from, WITH the statue, I confess is a little strange. It also does not do a great deal for your perceived levels of sanity. However I did get a shot I liked.
I have been accused, at times, of being a little obsessed with photography. I find it most difficult to watch a documentary or movie without continually uttering such things as "what a great black and white still that would make" or "I'd give my left testicle to shoot in that place for a month".
However, many of the greatest photographers in the world continually preach that for truly artistic photography, this is the way to go. To carry your camera as often as possible and look for that one instant where only you have seen something, and then you record it as you perceived it at the time. Again in the Blue Mountains we visited the Toy and Railway Museum on a very cold and misty morning. The shot below is the result. I loved so many aspects of this subject.
The mist moving in, the old railway bench right up the back, the solitary tree breaking the flow of the pure white picket fence, the boldness of the decorative timber balls that adorn the fence. To me, it just made for a very atmospheric shot.
I'm not sure if I have an obsession. I do know I feel far happier and more comfortable when I have a camera in my hand.
The point is I guess, obsessed or not, if you're into photography in any way, amateur or pro, carry that camera everywhere you go, and shoot when your heart tells you to.
And damn everyone else, there is nothing wrong with being married to a great camera!