JimMcClain
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...are just an exercise in frustration. I have this lung thing goin' on, so I don't get to go out to make photographs just any ol' time I want. When I have medical appointments and other things I have to drive to, I try to take advantage and find pictures along the way to and back. Sometimes I feel well enough to take a short drive (a few miles) and get some shots in. Once in a great while I feel like I can go through a few tanks of o2 without too much trouble. Like Sunday last.
I made sure I had all my equipment. I cleaned my camera and lenses the night before and my batteries were all charged up. Late in the afternoon, after a short nap, I loaded up my stuff and my Segway, which I use for mobility and headed to a fairly remote area of the county, 30+ miles from home.
At about the 25 mile mark, I pulled over because I saw what looked like a nice vista from a narrow bridge. I pulled my Seg out, put my camera and lens on the BlackRapid Backpack Strap and another lens in my Seg's bag. I clicked the shutter a couple dozen times from the bridge and glided under and around it on some trails and got another dozen or so from the banks of the creek.
Back on the road, I stopped a few more times to shoot, either from the car windows or just a few steps away from it. I have to conserve my energy and even unloading and re-loading the Seg from the back of my minivan can sap some of that energy.
I got to my intended location and was a little disappointed that the barns in that area weren't as spectacular as I remembered - it's been prob'ly 10 years since I was there last. Some barns were just gone. But I made do and thought I got some pretty nice shots off. I got hassled by a ranch hand for having my car on an access road meant more for ATVs and horses, but there were no signs, so I didn't know.
It wasn't sunset yet, so I decided to take a 15 mile detour, staying on a very narrow back road that can be very scenic. But the sky was cloudless and I just wasn't seeing what I wanted to see. By the time I got home, it was dark and I was pretty wore out. I had taken too many hits on the albuterol inhaler (some call them puffs, but I call them hits because it reminds me of taking hits on a hash pipe back in the old days). A lot more than normal, anyway.
There was enough left in me to upload my pictures to my computer. I was surprised that there was nearly 300 of them on the card. I spent an hour weeding out the terrible. More than half were deleted, but there looked to be a number of decent shots left. I bracketed that day, so there was 3 for every scene, which means less than 50 actual pictures were left. I saved that for the next day.
Monday (it still feels like Monday because I haven't been to bed yet) I took one more look at my images with ACDSee to delete the obvious bad ones before importing into Lightroom. There a bunch more got deleted, but once in a while I would see one I just wanted to start developing right away. The first one I was about 20 minutes into before I realized it should have been deleted. Then I found another that I tried and failed to develop anything exciting with. Then another. As I continued to look and compare my shots, I felt more and more discouraged.
My reaction became one that the whole day was a shitty day. So, rather than continue to fall into that depression, I thought it best to close the programs and leave the pictures alone. I haven't returned to them since because I know my attitude just isn't right yet.
I don't mean this to be a pity party. I know it may seem so, especially since I made my lung disease a part of the story. But my emphysema is, unfortunately, a very big part of my life. So is photography. I sometimes wonder if I didn't pick the camera back up after 30+ years only because I can no longer do the interior/exterior design and remodeling I love so much. And I know there will come a time I won't be able to take the photographic excursions I do, even the short ones. It's a joy to awake every morning, now more than 5 years past my so-called expiration date. The disease has advanced to the point that I can actually feel the difference from one week or one month to the next. I keep thinking, especially during times like the last couple days, don't take my photography away.
It just pisses me off when I feel like I've put extra energy into making beautiful pictures and I have a crappy day like last Sunday. If you've taken the time to read this maudlin post this far, thank you. Thanks for letting me vent. I know the feeling is temporary. And the next time I look at those shots from Sunday, I may find a few keepers. But just in case, I think I am going to take a short nap right now (soon, anyway) and head back out to that same area. I'll stop at a little coffee shop for breakfast, then take that drive on the back roads and see if I can do better this time. Or maybe I'll get tired and pull over to sleep instead (I'm taking a big tank that lasts a few hours along with my regular backpack tanks). I don't think I care, I just want a nice day, pictures or not.
Jim
I made sure I had all my equipment. I cleaned my camera and lenses the night before and my batteries were all charged up. Late in the afternoon, after a short nap, I loaded up my stuff and my Segway, which I use for mobility and headed to a fairly remote area of the county, 30+ miles from home.
At about the 25 mile mark, I pulled over because I saw what looked like a nice vista from a narrow bridge. I pulled my Seg out, put my camera and lens on the BlackRapid Backpack Strap and another lens in my Seg's bag. I clicked the shutter a couple dozen times from the bridge and glided under and around it on some trails and got another dozen or so from the banks of the creek.
Back on the road, I stopped a few more times to shoot, either from the car windows or just a few steps away from it. I have to conserve my energy and even unloading and re-loading the Seg from the back of my minivan can sap some of that energy.
I got to my intended location and was a little disappointed that the barns in that area weren't as spectacular as I remembered - it's been prob'ly 10 years since I was there last. Some barns were just gone. But I made do and thought I got some pretty nice shots off. I got hassled by a ranch hand for having my car on an access road meant more for ATVs and horses, but there were no signs, so I didn't know.
It wasn't sunset yet, so I decided to take a 15 mile detour, staying on a very narrow back road that can be very scenic. But the sky was cloudless and I just wasn't seeing what I wanted to see. By the time I got home, it was dark and I was pretty wore out. I had taken too many hits on the albuterol inhaler (some call them puffs, but I call them hits because it reminds me of taking hits on a hash pipe back in the old days). A lot more than normal, anyway.
There was enough left in me to upload my pictures to my computer. I was surprised that there was nearly 300 of them on the card. I spent an hour weeding out the terrible. More than half were deleted, but there looked to be a number of decent shots left. I bracketed that day, so there was 3 for every scene, which means less than 50 actual pictures were left. I saved that for the next day.
Monday (it still feels like Monday because I haven't been to bed yet) I took one more look at my images with ACDSee to delete the obvious bad ones before importing into Lightroom. There a bunch more got deleted, but once in a while I would see one I just wanted to start developing right away. The first one I was about 20 minutes into before I realized it should have been deleted. Then I found another that I tried and failed to develop anything exciting with. Then another. As I continued to look and compare my shots, I felt more and more discouraged.
My reaction became one that the whole day was a shitty day. So, rather than continue to fall into that depression, I thought it best to close the programs and leave the pictures alone. I haven't returned to them since because I know my attitude just isn't right yet.
I don't mean this to be a pity party. I know it may seem so, especially since I made my lung disease a part of the story. But my emphysema is, unfortunately, a very big part of my life. So is photography. I sometimes wonder if I didn't pick the camera back up after 30+ years only because I can no longer do the interior/exterior design and remodeling I love so much. And I know there will come a time I won't be able to take the photographic excursions I do, even the short ones. It's a joy to awake every morning, now more than 5 years past my so-called expiration date. The disease has advanced to the point that I can actually feel the difference from one week or one month to the next. I keep thinking, especially during times like the last couple days, don't take my photography away.
It just pisses me off when I feel like I've put extra energy into making beautiful pictures and I have a crappy day like last Sunday. If you've taken the time to read this maudlin post this far, thank you. Thanks for letting me vent. I know the feeling is temporary. And the next time I look at those shots from Sunday, I may find a few keepers. But just in case, I think I am going to take a short nap right now (soon, anyway) and head back out to that same area. I'll stop at a little coffee shop for breakfast, then take that drive on the back roads and see if I can do better this time. Or maybe I'll get tired and pull over to sleep instead (I'm taking a big tank that lasts a few hours along with my regular backpack tanks). I don't think I care, I just want a nice day, pictures or not.
Jim