That Road Trip, Photographer’s Block and Mixing Camera & Lens Brands

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Lake Erie

So, we’re back home. Drove about 1700 miles in a few days in weather ranging from summery to snow and sleet. Walked over college campuses, dined in small diners and enormous Italian eateries and saw parts of the United States much unlike our suburban New York neighborhood.

Actually, my teenage son and I have been back for a while now.

But I was hit with photographer’s block, if such a thing exists. Strange thing, that. I usually don’t suffer from that more common affliction called writer’s block, although I do write more than I end up posting.

But I do sometimes encounter an inability to open images in Lightroom and start editing them down. Wonder if others have this as well.

With me, it usually goes like this: I find a great place to shoot, take dozens of pictures, I’m excited about the shoot and what I see on the back of my camera, I put the images on my computer, I get less excited as I see flaws when I blow up the images. I end up being disappointed with the contrast between the fun and excitement of the shoot and the end result. I dither… [Read more…]

Road Trip! – Packing Photo Gear for a Week on the American Roads

Road Trip!

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American movies make you believe that a road trip here involves rowdy young people in a classic American convertible driving through the empty South West in the blazing sun. Now, I’ve got a road trip coming up next week, but it’s nothing like that. Bummer, right?

My road trip will be my son and I driving in a contemporary German sedan through the decidedly not empty environs of the North East, most likely through a veil of rain. And I doubt we’ll be rowdy.

It’s college trip time, another old American tradition. My son needs to go check out colleges to decide which ones he wants to apply to. First Ohio, then Massachusetts, Maine and Vermont. I’m looking forward to it, because I like breaking the routine, seeing other parts of the US and don’t mind driving long distances here, unless it’s on the Interstate 95, the infamously crowded I95 corridor from Maine to Florida along the Atlantic coast.

So, it’s time to pack my gear. As usual, for someone with too much stuff, it’s an excruciating process of inclusion and elimination with the end result that you’ll be unhappy with your choices anyway. I don’t know about you, but I always take too much and still miss the one thing I didn’t take. [Read more…]