I was on my way back from doing a video interview with dad and his sister, along with my cousin Bob who had brought a digital video recorder and a digital audio recorder. It went on for about three hours. Of course I screwed up the audio, but not flipping the audio switch on the camera to “on.”
But it will be okay since Bob’s audio recorder got everything and he has someone to sync things up which is going to be a big job since his video recorder was also not doing sound. We shot enough for a short documentary. Afterwards the family group, Bob, Danny, my sisters and husbands went to a restaurant but I just wanted to get home. I’m at the end of the pulled muscle episode, but feeling unsocial lately.
Anyway, it was on the way back that I stopped at this puddle – Union Square – to shoot the HCB shot a few times. As I look back on my photographs, I see that they were almost all taken on the way to or from someplace that had nothing to do with photography. It does confirm the simple rule to always have your camera with you, no matter what mood you’re in.
I’m hoping to get down to Times Square tonight. One foot in front of the other – though I hate crowds and I don’t want to get caught in the claustrophobic producing cattle pen. It never was like that when I was younger. I suppose that’s all post Nine Eleven. We’ll see. If nothing else – I’ll ride the trains for a while. It’s the night when inhibitions are gone and no one cares if you photograph them since they’re high or drunk or just thrilled to be in the big apple on New Years Eve.