What are you shooting?….
Early hours, I stumbled bleary eyed through the beaded curtain to my office as “groundhog” day began.
Its my routine to get dressed there, as my computer boots up and my brain does the same.
A few small chores and then a quiet Sunday morning gestures me to leave home and wander the town with my camera. Taking photos is my job and like any commitment, at times it can be all too consuming.
“Freeshooting” is when my tools and I go “walkies” and I disappear further into my own part of the planet, away from the race to the bottom.
Yes, you may have noticed from my tone that I was a bit flat and the first few photos I shot were just me going through the motions.
Soon after, I saw the hands and the curtains in the reflection and then thought of bank and the synergy that became my burst of inspiration.
It came together on many levels.
Perhaps it was my mood, perhaps the universe was steering me gently toward a goal unknown, but my energy lifted as the set came together.
I stopped briefly to chat with two greyhounds who were waiting patiently for their owner to get up from the café seating and mid pat the woman asked me what I was shooting.
Good question thinks me.
A moment later, it came to me. “Irony”, I am shooting irony.
We both laughed and I kept on my way digging for that irony that is all around us.