It’s been a week of noisy hallways and friendly construction workers, quiet sadness and a whole lot of Halloween decorations.
I’ve finally wrapped up the story of Springfield’s Boys and Girls Club for publication this weekend, so there’s some images from that. My third shot at street photography is here; I’m learning more all the time about both how to do it and how I do it, or at least have been doing it. My emphasis so far definitely has been establishing the place itself. I can always work more on getting up closer to subjects.
Also keep an eye out for the monarch migration, eh?
Thanks for looking,
The woman suddenly turned onto the sidewalk at a brisk pace, eyes forward, pushing a big black stroller. A bright crimson baseball hat was on her head, and she wore bug-eye sunglasses and a shin-length dress with horizontal stripes of bright greens, blues, oranges and yellows. Her infant sat tall in the stroller, head up and facing front. She strode past a shop front lined with bright green and red signs. The golden morning light wasn’t shining too brightly. The pair was alone on the street. It was a nice image.
It was also one I didn’t get. I was walking about 40 yards back trying to catch up with this woman, but not quickly enough. I saw everything in the image coming together, everything I would need to snap — and I wasn’t there to do it. Two big lessons I’ve needed to learn, which my attempts at street photography have thrown into clear relief: Trust the instincts and hustle.
I did get some passable images, though, I think. Plus I got to watch a bull-riding contest and attend a dinner for former members of the town’s Boys and Girls Club. I hope they’re nice to look at, and thanks for looking.
Nice little brachiopod fossil in some landscaping rocks.
This guy, Flint Rasmussen, is apparently something of a rodeo clown celebrity. He was pretty funny.