I’m not sure what today’s equivalent is of being caught on film. When I photographed James playing guitar, or at least his hand on the strings, I captured him in digital space; frozen in ones and zeros. Doesn’t sound nearly as romantic as a reference to film. Digital noire anyone?
I was across the street at an impromptu first birthday party for a friend’s son Robert. James, as he usually does, brought his guitar and played some lovely music while we all entertained the birthday boy who, in turn, entertained us with his inventive ways of eating a chocolate cup cake. I took quite a few pictures and snapped this one as James played in the background.
While I am quite pleased at the way this one turned out, going through the shots of Robert revealed his lunch, or portions thereof, firmly attached to various parts of his face, taxing my Photoshop skills. One thing about babies – they stay clean for only milliseconds at a time.
I live on a terrific street of talented, friendly people. We get together often for various celebrations. In the summer, Friday is considered significant enough for a celebration of its own. Invariably, I have my camera at all of these events. It took four years, but I think they have finally gotten use to seeing me through a lens barrel.
I don’t use flash at these events as I find it disruptive. I use a fast 35mm pretty much wide open and crank the ISO up to 3200. Continuous shooting helps eliminate some of the motion, but I get a fair number of decent shots all things considered. Most end up in black and white and yes, they have some grain, but totally acceptable. I’ll even add more grain if it helps the mood.
Before Christmas, I was across the street for a dinner party at another friend’s house. His guest, Kyle, was an American living in Verona, Italy. A jazz trumpet musician, he had come to Toronto to visit Chris who happens to be a sitar player. Kyle played some opera on his trumpet (Puccini) and then did a jazz duet with Chris on his sitar, a musical combination I would never have thought of. The light was low, but I did my best to capture them both. Since you have to sit on the floor to play the sitar, I did a simple composite to pull the two of them together. It’s the way I remember both of them from that day.
I am fortunate to live with interesting, talented and exceptionally giving neighbours I call friends.