I’m about to offend some readers, so let me start with an apology. Not one of those lame semi-apologies most people give…you know,
“I’m very sorry IF I may have offended some people, it was never my intention blah, blah, blah.”
My real apology is,
“I am sorry for offending many talented people for my opinions which are the result of not truly understanding your medium.”
I don’t consider photography to be true art. I enjoy a good picture, but it does not impress me like an artist with paint, pen or another technique. To me, photography is to art as podiatry is to medicine, or drumming is to music. It has its place, but it does not impress me the same way as a brain surgeon impresses me, or a violinist mesmerizes me.
I guess it is because if I had a drum I could beat it and maybe even play in a group and maintain a beat (ok probably not, but I could come close). I could inspect a foot, maybe even trim some nails, without losing a patient.
If I had a good camera and took about a billion random pictures, some would be very good. I could never play violin without getting booed. I would not be able to even watch a brain surgeon in action.
It just seems to me that everyone can take a picture. It wasn’t like that in my childhood.
My pops had an old Kodak collapsible thing.
Loading the film was tricky.
Usually my mom loaded the camera when we were driving so dad could take pictures of the scenic country we explored. This process generally ended up the same as mom reading a map. Dad pulled over and said,
“Here, let me do that!”
The picture taking required a reading with a light meter,
an aperture setting based on the meter reading and the film speed chosen. I was impressed that pops knew all those formulas. Inside, lighting was also important, and there were flashbulbs. First, we had individual bulbs, then there was a cube thing that let you take several pictures without reloading.
The exciting thing about pictures in those days was waiting to see what you took. Often pictures taken in summer were still on a roll dropped off for developing in the Fall. There were always photos you forgot about; it was like finding treasure.
Picture taking today does not require film loading, light reading is automated, results are instant, and they can be edited and or altered after the fact. Today anybody can snap a picture. What is the big deal? How is that art? Why do my pictures always suck?
This post was going to be a nostalgia piece about my first camera, an old brownie with a flash and a plastic fake leather case.
I got sidetracked insulting photography enthusiasts (see above for apology.)