| I was hosting a get together at my house a few weeks back. I was watching my daughter, with a borrowed camera, walking around the garden taking photographs of people. I talked to her afterwards and asked her if she enjoyed taking photographs. She said she did so I suggested that the following weekend we go out shooting in Balboa Park. She seemed excited so, it was a date. We woke early the following Sunday and headed to the park. After stopping for coffee and a brief introduction to my back up camera we set off. One of the first thing we came across was a pair of ducks that seemed as interested in us as we did of them. I showed Kari how to get down (or up) to the level of the subject and went off to see what I could find. When I returned I found her on her belly, hanging over a wall with the ducks a few feet away. Next stop was MOPA (Museum of Photographic Arts). They had a show on Ansel Adams. Now, I’ve never really been an Ansel fan (he never spoke very highly of me either so were pretty much even) but I can’t deny his expertise. There we learned the rule of thirds and the fact that it is OK to break the rule when needed. After that we went to the International Village. The lesson here was how to approach people and take their photo. (Always smile, ask permission, and say thank you) My point to this blog entry is that I realized how my father felt when I showed an interest in photography some 30 or so years ago. Sometimes life isn’t about what you did do or are going to do. Sometimes it’s just about sharing something you love with others and hoping that they will love it too. We have the next trip already planned. |
