I am a Camera
After some recent posts dealing with matters far too mundane for my tastes, I thought this week I would celebrate the reason I am here in this space, by which I mean both the blogosphere and the planet, and that is to indulge, explore and share my love of photography. Most of the time in this blog I use my photographs as an accompaniment or contrast to my text, but occasionally I let the images take center stage. Here then are some photos I took recently in my native New York City.
Chance of Rain
It was a rainy day, and I had two cameras with me as I set out to do some shooting at the Brooklyn Botanic. By the time I emerged from the subway, the light drizzle that I welcomed as a guarantee of a deserted setting and some interesting lighting effects had turned to a downpour. I decided to keep my good old SLR dry in my knapsack safe in its case and an extra protective bag. That left it up to my Holga to once again prove that bad conditions and clumsy handling are apparently the keys to great photos – see the happy result of incorrect film loading that begins this post! I haven’t used my Holga in many months, and what little I did know then I’ve forgotten. Besides, I was too busy trying to keep it dry between shots, tucked inside my jacket like a rescued bird, to be bothered with any attempt at controlling the settings.
The day I visited the garden they were holding their annual plant sale under huge white tents along the full length of the Cherry Esplanade. Little red wagons were available for customers to carry their purchases. It was one of the few times I wished I had color film handy! The deep tone of the wagons had an almost floral quality in the midst of all that rainy day gray.
To escape the rain I moved indoors to one of my favorite parts of the garden, the room in the Conservatory where they keep the Bonsai trees. This time, however, I turned my attention to the inanimate residents of the space. And yes, I did make a wish!
Then it was on to the other indoor exhibits, including the areas for temperate, desert and tropical zone plants. I had to move against the current of several school groups that were occupying every inch of available space inside and between rooms, to the consternation of the guards and the teachers trying to direct them safely and swiftly. At one point I simply flattened myself off to the side of a path and aimed my camera upwards, which was the only position I could assume.
Then I joined the stream of children and followed them out, temporarily becoming part of the group. By this time, my Holga roll had run out and I did not want to risk re-loading in either the humid greenhouse atmosphere or the drizzle outside, so I took one more overhead shot with my Pentax, and then packed everything up in my knapsack and left the garden happy I had not been discouraged or dissuaded by the bad weather, and ready for the next part of the journey.
Things Are Looking Up
Next week: Part Two: South Street Seaport in Black and White.