A few weeks ago I posted about the reasons why I didn’t have favorite pictures of the Hudson. The favorites come and go depending on the whims of the time and the tides.
This image is a perfect example. When I first showed it to my various critical circles it received a very positive response: I had really drawn out the meaning and focus of the image. That mirrored my own feelings but there was a significant minority that felt it was desperately overworked and crying for attention.
About a year later that view became mine.
Now…I’m torn. I think I will go back to the basic raw image and see what develops. In the meantime, any thoughts are welcome!
“The best thing for being sad,” replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, “is to learn something. That’s the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn.”
T.H. White – The Once and Future King
When I was a child my second favorite book, after The Lord Of The Rings, was The Once and Future King. I loved it all but for some reasons the hawking scenes made the deepest impression. This may be why, when I saw the hawk mousing yesterday, I spent 40 minutes just watching and occasionally shooting him/her as other people stopped, took a snap and moved on. These are four of my favorites from yesterday.
First course done
Scouting for course 2
2nd course is in sight
Caught – let’s enjoy the moment.
The truth is that sometimes you can not fight fate. For the past three days I have been intending to write a long piece about the Two Rows Wampum Renewal campaign and for the past three days something has intervened and I find myself at 11PM scrambling to create a photograph or two and putting it off until tomorrow. Well, again, it is 11 pm and again I have not made any photographs. The last few night have been family stuff, but today involved the Advanced Fine Art Printing Workshop I am taking and a friend, an agent, and discussing publishing possibilities.
So, no Two Rows Wampum tonight, again. Instead I would like to show you some pictures I have been working on in the Workshop. Some of these have been on the blog before and some have not. I would love to know what you think.
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
Today was a very pretty early spring day so I walked through Riverside Park at lunch. Squirrels and people everywhere. (President’s Day – about 1/3 of the workforce had the day off and it is school break time). As I walked along I saw an old couple about 50 yards ahead of me. The gentleman was throwing food to a squirrel to get it to come out on the path. As it did, a hawk shot down at it, practically hitting the woman with its wing. The squirrel just got to safety. I unfortunately did not get the shot of the hawk striking and had to content myself with this…
A bit later I saw what I can only call a looking for trouble rodent…
Did I mention it was a beautiful spring day and lots of people were out?
Planned on taking a trip up river but got diverted so walked the Greenway from 145th Street (Riverbank State Park) to the Bridge.
Beautiful day. Quiet and peaceful, sunny and warm, a good place and time for reflection until some idiot on a bike: bright-colored spandex outfit; the whole 9 Tour de France bike team drag look; decided to blow past me while I was changing lenses. His shoulder bag – what sort of bike poser has a shoulder bag? – swung out and hit my hands (and face) causing me to drop my zoom lens and spinning me around.
Stop, he did? Hell no. He is a bicyclist That means he is always in the right. As bad as car drivers, they are. Just kept peddling wildly up the path without a by your leave. It is not a good sound to hear crash, crack, tinkle coming from your lens but I was lucky. The filter absorbed the shock. It got bent and the glass broke but unlike my fear the actual lens was fine.
It was a great day on the river. Saw a guy fishing and stopped to speak with him and take his picture. Said hello…nothing. Asked what he was fishing for…nothing. Asked if he minded my taking his picture…nothing. Started shooting…nothing, no objection but no acknowledgment that I existed either. When I checked out the pictures I understood why.
Some of the worst pictures of a human being I have ever taken. I don’t know how he did it but he managed to guarantee I would not post his picture by making sure they were awful. The composition is ok, the exposure is fine, focus is good but they are just bad pictures. Magic, it is.
In honor of Mardi Gras (ok – I misspoke in the title) a lagniappe … I love our NYC rat and pigeon killing hawks, here is a picture of one of them hunting over the 145th Street/Riverside Drive entrance to Riverbank.