Tasmania was meant to be an excursion into the world of landscape photography. It was perfectly suited for the task because it had a very pretty landscape and basically fuck-all else worth taking photos of.
But aside from the fun of chasing wombats or the occasional improvised tripod made from an ironing board and a stack of 20c pieces, I didn't do much other than march walking tracks to wherever the lookout was and take a snap. I guess the guys who do this with more enthusiasm seek out uncharted paths and weird pre-dawn lighting conditions to get an image thats unique, but I hadn't the equipment or clothing or drive to try that myself.
I don't think this kind of photography is for me, I much prefer people photos. The beauty of a landscape to me is most apparent when you're standing in it and its flowing all around you. Freezing the moment and compacting it into a little rectangle loses the magic of it filling your whole vision with crazy colours and vast expanses of whatever.
When you freeze a moment with people you can still enjoy studying all the little aethetic details you would have missed while you were engaged in various conversations/drinks at the time, or just stare right at someones face for ages in a way that would get you socked in the mouth IRL. Those are always my favourite photos.
plus you cant use a picture of a cool tree as your facebook profile so forget that
1 year ago