Monday. Not so fun day, but the first chance we have at establishing a baseline for a productive week. I’ve been thinking, and when that happens things tend to happen. I’ve decided to do a video diary. How else could I come up with a way to film myself more? I realize that good filmmaking might be beyond me at this point, especially when considering what I have coming over the next several months. It’s not to say my skills won’t improve, but to think I will have the time to produce something noteworthy is a bit of a stretch. However, what I’m doing over the next few months might be interesting to some of you and might lead to you making your own decisions about something creative.
I’ve also been working on my new project, making a picture here and there, but mostly failing and failing hard. Bird photography has already become the most difficult photography I’ve ever attempted. Even with bird-tracking autofocus, which isn’t perfect by any stretch, getting birds in flight is a damn hard ask. Birds on the branch, different story. But getting in position, nailing the focus and making something interesting is a very low percentage endeavor. But if you are like me, the failings are what make me both angry and driven. Driven to try again.
I also find myself interested in more atypical images when it comes to birds. Nailing a classic image of a bird in flight, sure, I want that, but there is so much more. Birds in their environment, regardless of how non-sexy that might be, or birds from a strange angle, all seem fine and fresh. (Like the first image in this post.) There is a moment of surrender, early on, when I realize how far I have to go. How I can never fully reach my intended destination. Again, this is motivation. Go and go now.
But let me return to the video diary. I’m not sure where I’m headed but I’m going to try it. Sharing what I’m up to, at least parts of it, might be relevant, interesting or illuminating to some of you. While others might vomit. That’s okay. Nothing quite like a good puke to get the creative juices flowing. I can’t speak to bird puking, but I can speak to bird crapping. They crap nonstop. When you are staring at these creatures through the White Elephant you see every nuance, and when I say “nuance” I mean “crap.” It’s endless and nonstop. Like a tourist after too much green chili. Or like throwing a bag of chocolate pudding into a ceiling fan. Okay, I’ll stop.
This looks to be an interesting week here in the good old US of A. A former president might get fitted for an orange jumpsuit. We might have riots to keep us warm and our banking system, once again, feels the strain of unregulated greed. Snow falls here in the mountains. I practice my hook kicks. Pen is put to paper and ideas are sorted through. Curiosity burns through me. Wonder clouds my attempt at routine. Water boils for tea and I put on another layer.