A few years ago, I was certain I saw a famous American photojournalist crouching down on a railway bed, concentrating on a couple of kids who had probably been born in the scrap wood and cardboard shacks that lined the railway tracks in a city teeming with millions struggling to escape great poverty but destined to live lives in the shadow of awesome wealth. About a year later, I read an article about James Nachtwey and saw some of the pictures that, in my mind at least, might have been taken that very day. It renewed my interest – my love – for photography.
I like taking pictures. I appreciate good photography. I aspire to the latter, but usually fall into the former. This doesn’t stop my desire.
I don’t have an expensive camera. What I need is to get rid of some of my anxiety about privacy so I can peek into a moment of someone’s life. Yet, most of my pictures are still of inanimate things, not the faces that fascinate me. But I’m trying.
What brings this up? A chance encounter with One Exposure – 1X, (first picture) a site of some very good photography. It reminds me that I have to take the dog for a walk – and this time to bring my camera.
Here are a couple of examples, not just of mine. The first is by Sylvia Vollenhoven who just happened to be in India.
The others are mine; a fishing boat, beached in Cape Dorset, and an old truck of Second World War vintage, in Alta, Norway.