I was free and undistracted Saturday morning, and as usual in the summer, the dawn and loudly twittering birds outside woke me up around 5:30, so I got up and went over to give photographing the Rochester Public Market another try. I have enough pictures (even after weeding them down sort of continuously throughout the weekend) that I’ll be breaking them up into a few posts.
As I was getting ready for the day, and trying to remind myself to take the photos slow and notice details (and remember to check my camera settings frequently…), I was thinking of the song “Feeling Fine” from my mom’s “Where in The World Is Carmen Sandiego?” soundtrack CD:
Got nowhere to go, I got no place to be
There’s no monkey on my back that’s eatin’ me!
So I’m takin’ 5 as far as I can roam
And when I close my eyes, the world becomes my home…
It provided a great soundtrack for racing down the interstate across town in the dawn light. :)
My first step was to take a loop around the sheds with my wide-angle and see what there was to be seen before focusing in too close with my macro. The macro also seems to get a lot more attention from people because you have to point it at a specific subject, whereas the wide-angle can just be pointed in a general direction and people feel less scrutinized.
One of my promises to myself for the day was to focus on taking the best pictures I could in my own style, rather than trying to “stretch myself” the way I’ve been trying to focus on for a couple of years now. Trying to photograph in a style other than my own hasn’t been working, so I let myself take the closeup pictures I wanted even with my wide-angle and see how they worked out.
Although I have, on occasion, found stuff in those boxes that I would buy if I had cash on me, they are laid out in such quantity that it always strikes me as some kind of vast desert of colorful dollar store junk extending as far as the eye can see. Photographing the woman here, I was turned towards the short end… it goes on for many more rows past the right side of the frame.
Next time, this guy, who showed up as I was about ready to switch to my macro, and demanded I take a picture of his hat: