I’m by no means a fan of getting up early, but sometimes when I do, I get to see something like this.
Some days you see everything as if it’s made of gold and some days are just “meh”. Today was one of those days. No surprise that I was totally unimpressed by my take. I considered skipping a day of posting, but with some post-processing, this view of Hamburg’s Fernsehturm came out slightly above “meh”.
Wolfgang played last night at Nochtspeicher, and it was excellent. He’s the most talented musician I’ve ever known personally, and used to be a close friend. He even wrote a song about me.
We don’t really talk any more.
As Hamburg drifts into what is typically a cold and wet autumn, everyone’s doing all they can to enjoy the last mild, sunny afternoons like this one.
My old colleague and friend André asked me to shoot a portrait of him for his new work related website. I doubt he’ll use this one, but I quite like it.
On the way to shoot a portrait for André, I heard the unmistakable but unexpected sound of a didgeridoo. In my street. In St. Pauli. Passing by this yellow alley I saw what can only be called one of our local characters, usually found talking to his or her self (not quite sure) on the street, sitting and playing in a trance of complete concentration.
The sky was a flat grey, and although I started out with the best of intentions, and although I made over fifty pictures, I went home a bit disappointed, feeling I’d gotten nothing.
This summer, I enjoyed many hours of talks with a remarkable photographer and new friend, Tokpa Korlo. I had been suffering under a strangely moralistic attitude that less processing was better, and that the closer to out-of-the-camera an image was, the better it was. He disabused me of this notion by showing me the endless creative possibilities of Lightroom, for which I’ll always be grateful.
So when I got home with no worthwhile out-of-the-camera take, I had no choice but to start playing around, and ended up with something worthwhile after all. Thanks, Tokpa.
Usually, if I’m looking for something particular to shoot, I’m oblivious to anything else. Sometimes I’m lucky, and I catch something, like this buttery afternoon light on the bench, out of the corner of my eye. Rarely, I’m even luckier, and two kids bounce into my frame and ring the doorbell on their tiptoes.
If it had been overcast, I wouldn’t have thought once about shooting this. But the sky was blue, the clouds were a pleasing, fluffy pattern, and the light was just before sunset warm. It may have also helped that I was exploring a relatively unknown city, and my mood was good.
While wandering around Düsseldorf with friends, this sign shouted, “shoot me, Matt.”