Do You Want to Go For A Ride?
“Do you want to go for a ride?,“ Ron says.
PK, “Hmmm, I suppose so.”
R: “I thought you might like to get out of the house.”
PK: “Yes. Yes. That would be good. It’s a nice day. Let me grab my camera.
It looks like we may have a nice sunset.”
R: “Your car or mine?”
PK: “Mine, of course! It is better for drive by’s.”
R: “I’ll meet you in the car.”
I stumble around the house gathering together the necessities for my car ride. A black towel, to eliminate any glare, my iPhone, so we have music, money, in case we want to stop at the grocery store and, oh yes, my camera. Grab some extra batteries and memory cards. And off we go.
R: “Where do you want to go?”
PK: “I don’t care, but somewhere in the countryside.”
Now we ride in silence as I frame scenes outside the car window. I focus on something just up ahead of the car, with my shutter speed at 1/15th of a second, I pan, focusing on that object and CLICK. Hopefully, something hasn’t gotten in my viewfinder in the meantime. It’s amazing how many roadsigns there are. They seem to jump into my photo, ruining, what I think will be, a prize-worthy photograph. I repeat this at least 250 times during one of our little road trips. These are my version of drive by shootings.
My husband, Ron, takes me on these trips a few days after I have had an epileptic seizure. I feel a certain childlike creativity then. I’m more willing to allow myself to experience the photo taking process without caring what others think.
Do YOU want to go for a ride?
Read MorePK, “Hmmm, I suppose so.”
R: “I thought you might like to get out of the house.”
PK: “Yes. Yes. That would be good. It’s a nice day. Let me grab my camera.
It looks like we may have a nice sunset.”
R: “Your car or mine?”
PK: “Mine, of course! It is better for drive by’s.”
R: “I’ll meet you in the car.”
I stumble around the house gathering together the necessities for my car ride. A black towel, to eliminate any glare, my iPhone, so we have music, money, in case we want to stop at the grocery store and, oh yes, my camera. Grab some extra batteries and memory cards. And off we go.
R: “Where do you want to go?”
PK: “I don’t care, but somewhere in the countryside.”
Now we ride in silence as I frame scenes outside the car window. I focus on something just up ahead of the car, with my shutter speed at 1/15th of a second, I pan, focusing on that object and CLICK. Hopefully, something hasn’t gotten in my viewfinder in the meantime. It’s amazing how many roadsigns there are. They seem to jump into my photo, ruining, what I think will be, a prize-worthy photograph. I repeat this at least 250 times during one of our little road trips. These are my version of drive by shootings.
My husband, Ron, takes me on these trips a few days after I have had an epileptic seizure. I feel a certain childlike creativity then. I’m more willing to allow myself to experience the photo taking process without caring what others think.
Do YOU want to go for a ride?
