Revisiting one of my old photo series. This is Union Station, in Los Angeles. I remember arriving at the station shortly after midnight, and just hanging around with my camera and tripod for the next hour or so. Surprisingly, and amateur photographers will appreciate this, not once was I approached by security or anybody else to question me, or to stop me from taking photos.
True, there’s plenty about Ansel Adams on the web. However, this article in the Travel section of NY Times is still worth reading, because it captures so well what so many of us amateur photographers attempt to do with our black & whites — that is, imagine that we’re Ansel Adams.
From the article:
Today, it is not unusual to encounter professional photographers and novices alike trying to retrace his path. They wait for the perfect minute of moonrise over Half Dome or a shadow on a fallen tree in Siesta Lake. They remember his photo of a juniper tree they saw in a museum, on a coffee cup or a monthly calendar.
And here are some of my B & W shots:
Great take on this photo of Gen. Petraeus, before the House Armed Services Committee, via BagNewsNotes.com:
[T]he General [represents] the serpentine head of of a military institution which has been cut off but for the one spokesman, who is marginalized and dislocated. Checking out the hands under the table, the school boy quiescence demonstrates that assessment has been silenced. Also noted was the fact that Petraeus’s mug is actually blocking a symbol of one of the service branches on the wall — more evidence that Petraeus has become a branch unto himself.
