I went to shoot an Alzheimer’s walk. She saw me and posed for me and I wasn’t going to let this one sit while I process the others.
I am not a landscape photographer by any stretch of the imagination. I just happened to get to work early a couple days last week and I wanted to prove a point. I have an old Canon 400D and a cheap Tokina 19-35mm lens. Working on the 11th floor of one of the tallest buildings around I was able to snap this shot. It wasn’t a fancy camera involved with a $1000+ lens attached to it. It was just me with a camera proving that skill trumps gear any day of the week. Too many photographers (myself included) get caught up in gear lust. I’m not the type that knows that the newest lens or camera will take my craft to the next level. I’ve worked in IT too long to know that shiny and new does not mean better. I just want a new lens or camera because its shiny and new and it looks cool. So this picture is the end result of me carrying around a less than fantastic piece of photographic hardware and more knowing how to use a camera and lens to get the best result (and a crap ton of post processing).
Loyal reader Grant and photographic hero Uncle Spike apparently are in love with the Ford GT. They prefer the original version. I am looked upon with derision because I much prefer the Bugatti Veyron which is the pinacle of automobile engineering. I was out shooting yesterday and stumbled across the new Ford GT that is a beautiful specimen but has the maintenance record is just short of awful but who am I to argue with such distinguished readers but if there was a Veyron I would have shot that way before I shot some Ford GT.
Sorry for the poor quality of the pictures. The unwashed masses did not see my genius at work and kept walking into the shots and screaming at them that I was an artist didn’t seem a wise idea. I was surrounded by a large number of people with vast quantities of firearms considering I was at an airport and they take security very serious. It didn’t seem the best place to have a fit of artistic angst where it may have been construed as a potential terrorist act.