Real Photographers
Monday. So, we got up early this morning and drove to Zabriski Point just as the sun was rising and we all did what one is supposed to do and shot pictures. Mr. E and I crapped out on going to “The Badlands” later opting instead to flake out and watch the news on CNN. I haven't watched much of anything on CNN since I don't have cable and, although it didn't really seem like news, with Fox the only other option I watched CNN and vegged out thinking all this driving we'd been doing was becoming somewhat taxing. I'd say it was because I've gotten to be an old coot, what with being over sixty and all, but my companions, younger by far, didn't look as if they were doing any better.
I have to admit I'm a bit spaced from all this driving - passenger or driver (we're trading off) seems to kick the shit out of you - but we're spending more time in Yosemite when we arrive tomorrow. I have no idea, now that I'm in the middle of this, if I'll be up for heading out on my own after this experience looking for pictures, but if I do it I'm not going to spend all that much time during any given day driving. My journeys to the family party in Seattle, where I've vowed to spend two or three days on the trip, have generally resulted in my gripping the wheel and ending up doing the trip in a single day. With no particular destination in mind might I learn to meander? Take it easy? Spend time here and there looking for pictures?
Not likely.
Well then, drive to Yosemite, say, and spend a few days. Zabriski Point, for example. No way to shoot it properly without a few visits. Think about what I liked of the hundred or so photographs I took, see if I can't learn to “see” better, try different approaches, experiment with different ideas. And maybe get up earlier and arrive before the sun comes up the way the real photographers seem to have done.
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