Some favorite moments from last night. I spent an hour walking about downtown and testing out my new camera (a mysterious beast that I still know very little about) while waiting to hear from a dear friend who was suffering through the last day of the Illinois bar exam (thank God this already seems like such a distant memory to me). I took a lot of shots. Most of them were throwaway, but I did manage a few gems here and there. (Unexpectedly, one of the photos even made the 7.30.09 Chicagoist. Totally owe Lauren for letting me know about that.)
I’ve been thinking about photography a LOT lately…so much so that I can hardly think about anything else. I’m sure that a new camera has something to do with it, but there’s also so much goodness on flickr these days, I can hardly stand it. I kinda want to run out and take pictures of EVERYTHING…which leads me to my problem: I feel really weird about taking pictures in public. Now, there are those moments where people expect you to have a camera (e.g. weddings) and no one cares that you’re taking lots of pictures. And occasionally, I get to hang out with photography/flickr friends who don’t bat an eyelash when I whip out a camera to take a picture of something the rest of the world would probably consider mundane. But in between there are lots of moments, when I am quite often at a loss, which is why I tend to take a lot of shots around my apartment or of the things that I eat. I don’t know what else to do, except hide behind my camera, take lots of pictures, and hope some of them turn out well.
I’m not sure how a photo goes from just being a picture of a glass to evoking the mood and spirit of a time and place, but I’d really like to find out how.