To me, nothing is as awesome as earning money from my photography. If you look back to the very first post of this blog, perhaps you’ll see why. In a way, it’s the ultimate validation of my work. Not only is someone saying “Hey, you’re not bad” but they’re saying, “Wow, you’re so not so bad, I’m gonna pay you to take my picture.”
So I had money from the past three or four gigs, and some free time, so Kim and I headed to B&H.
If you’ve never been to B&H, let me explain that for a photographer walking into B&H is just like a sugar craved kid walking into a candy store. There’s stuff everywhere. On top of that, there’s more stuff. Lenses, filters, flashes, tripods, lights … it’s a never ending cornucopia of gadgets and goodies. The only way to make it out alive… and with the rent money safely still in the bank account is to go in with a plan. So Kim and browsed a little, walking under the bins of filled orders that whized by overhead, but checked off the list I had prepared… especially the lens I wanted.
Photographer, singer, and salesperson, Manny, even commented I was making a good choice when i bought the Nikon 35mm F1.8. I had been reading all over the web about it – especially on Ken Rockwell’s site and I couldn’t wait to get it home and see what it could do.
Needless to say it didn’t disappoint. It’s amazing in lower light conditions, and the DOF is fantastic. But that’s photography jargon… I took some shots walking around…especially after Kim finished setting up her curio cabinet… which then of course was interrupted by me having to make dinner. A shame, but the apple pork chops were delicious…
So we took a trip up to the house to turn the water off for the winter. It was pretty damn cold and nasty, and honestly, I don’t want to know how much colder it could get. My readers know how me and the winter don’t get along.
Moose wanted company on the ride up, moral support as he calls it, and promised me exquisite autumn landscapes painted with the beautiful brushes of mother nature. He got the company, I got cold and rain.
We got to the house, did what he had to do, I’m still not sure what it was, but we poured antifreeze in the drains. The bottle promised that it would protect to -50 degrees, again, I don’t want to know how cold it gets up there.
I walked around the house and property as Moose poured the fruit punch looking stuff down the drains and took shots of the wet trees just starting to turn. Everything around me seemed to be in a weird place, balancing on the edge of summer and fall. The cold rain wasn’t heavy, just annoying. We wrapped up what we came to do, locked up and headed down the bumpy road that lead back to civilization.
“There’s a waterfall not far off the road. You wanna stop?” Moose asked. I looked out at the drizzly day and thought about it. “No.” I finally responded. “But you know what? We passed a cemetery on the way in. Can we pull over there? I know everyone thinks I have a sick thing for cemeteries, but there was tree in it that really gave the place some character.”
“Sure.” Moose responded.
A few minutes later he stopped the car and I walked across the road to the Claryville Cemetery. The rain had stopped, but the sky was still overcast and gray. I walked up to the tree I saw as we passed, and took some shots. I wandered along the roads, lost in the world of framing, light and exposure. I was snapped out of the sound of Moose’s footsteps.
“You see the dates on these things?” He asked. “They’re pretty old. 1825. 1850. 1840. 1874. They have been here a long time.” I began to notice the dates and he was right. These stones had seen many autumns underneath this big old tree. Moose and I walked around, and then headed back to the car.
“Thanks for stopping.” I said as I took a photo of the old church on the edge of the graveyard.
“No problem, kid.” Moose responded. “Hey, look at the tree in the middle of it. It’s perfect, I mean, how could we not stop?”
For my friends. I have no words. Just know I am with you during this time.
“I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge – myth is more potent than history – dreams are more powerful than facts – hope always triumphs over experience – laughter is the cure for grief – love is stronger than death” – Robert Fulghum
I’ll voice a pretty unpopular opinion of mine.
God/Yahweh/Buddha/Allah/Whatever does some pretty fucked up shit. I’d love to sit down over a few beers with him/her and discuss autism, SIDs, and a whole host of birth defects. Later on, after shots of Jack Daniels we’ll discuss rapes, molestations, hurricanes, mudslides and finally 9/11.
But even if my Dad and I disagree on the first paragraph, we do agree on what he kept repeating today… “I hope they have fall in heaven.”
Autumn is when they days slowly grow shorter, the wind gets a distinctive bite to it and the trees shake away their boring green overcoats to show off an brilliant display of colors that would put any big box of crayolas to shame.
Yes, we have trees in NYC, and yes they even have leaves, and fall in NYC is an event no one should miss. Of course, taking a drive an hour north through Harriman State park is an even better way to experience the majesty of this season.
IMHO who ever is behind the scenes, pulling the strings is getting alot of things wrong… but Fall is definitely something that’s right.