This past weekend, I had two terrific opportunities to relax, not work, and shoot lots of photographs. First, I met up with Jayne (a lovely woman and kindred spirit who lives right here in town, but who I had to go to New Hampshire and Squam to meet!) for breakfast and a bit of a walk-about Lincoln for a photo jaunt. Then on Sunday, I attended Stored Potential in Omaha which was an outdoor event featuring local food and chefs, as well as commissioned art installed on old grain elevators. The weather was sunny and beautiful all weekend. Simply gorgeous, crisp fall days.
I was delighted to see Jayne and excited to have a photo excursion together. Although I enjoyed her company, I struggled to capture the images I was seeking. We went early in the morning so we’d have good light, only to encounter many shadows lurking from the buildings surrounding our Farmer’s Market. So we walked downtown and on campus, seeking “better” situations.
I then had difficulty shooting sculptures in a way that was interesting to me and that conveyed my “eye.” I quickly realized how much I need to practice photographing large-scale objects as I’m typically drawn to small, very close-up aspects of things.
Then Sunday presented all new challenges. With the huge grain elevators and the massively long dining tables to accommodate the 500+ people that attended the event…well, let’s just say that my little 18-55mm lens just couldn’t do it justice. I kept thinking about lenses I don’t have and how they would solve all my problems. I even went a little green with lens envy as a photographer sporting an amazing 75-200mm lens (with f/2.8!) chatted with us briefly. I thoroughly enjoyed the local food, the freshly brewed beer, and the company (fabulous friends and a fellow photographer, Sarah and Tom), but not the images in my camera.
As I uploaded and looked through all the shots from the weekend, I found a small handful that I could bear. But just minimally. I feel disappointed in my images. I feel a bit disheartened that I couldn’t capture through my lens what I was seeking and could see in my mind. In general, all the shots make me feel “meh.” I know that’s a critical place to inhabit, but it’s true (for now). Maybe as I look back through them, I’ll feel more positively. Maybe some of them will grow on me with time.