Maybe I rant against the same old, same old, same old, same old, same old because imagination was a highly-prized value in my family. Don't do what everyone else does just because they do it.
Equally bad and boring are a group of people just smiling at a camera. During a family event when people are preparing food, someone is raising a glass, a child falls asleep on grampy's lap, that makes interesting photos, which tell a story of the event.
How many times have people been doing interesting things and everyone stops to line up to smile at a camera totally losing the feeling. In ten years unless labelled who would know if it was Christmas or Thanksgiving, Easter or just a get together.
I'd much rather see a photo of Mom putting stuffing in the turkey, or Auntie laying the top crust of the apple pie.
I do not claim to be a good photographer. But as a writer I want a photo that tells a story.
This little girl could have stopped and smiled at the camera. BOOOORRRRINNNG. Instead she has a big smile, her hand is fiddling with her hair. This would make a great exercise in a writing class: write ten minutes about this scene.
At the same fest with the little girl we saw a sculptor, a delightful man who loved his work. He had many samples that were not for sale. He was teaching others to work with clay as he worked.
It was hard to catch a group of Catalan singers in costume as they marched by. I just snapped and got this.
Then I tried cropping.
A little better. Two others in Catalan costumes. Shows the women's costumes a bit.
I guess that's why I fight Rick every step of the way when he wants to take a photo of me standing, staring at the camera, in front of some monument with a smirk on my face.
Nor will I take him the same way. A few of favorite photos of him are:
I have a dinky little camera in a pretty pink. I am not a photographer with any in-depth technical knowledge. I hope I know the difference between interest and boring.