I love photography but I really have no idea what I’m doing …and I kind of like it that way. Photography for me is a source of constant discovery and experimentation. Unlike writing, there is no real inner critic when I take pictures. I can enjoy the thrill of taking pictures without the pressure to produce anything which is why it is one of my favorite stress relievers. These photos are a result of condensation getting caught between my lens and the macro filter. I kind of wish I had left it there longer. These were taken on my balcony.
I took these a little while ago. There is something about train art that draws me so strongly. Is it my complete lack of context, as though the messages were from an entirely different time or culture peaking my curiosity and firing the imagination?
The trains like reluctant mailcarriers taking these strange letters thousands of kilometers for passers-by to puzzle over, And the inscrutability of these messages makes me feel voyeristic as though i had snuck into someones house and was furtively reading their personal correspondence with an old lover or friend.
I took these pictures with a +4 macro filter which I got for Christmas. Now, I don’t really know how to use it properly yet and am terrible about reading manuals etc. (0r maybe I just enjoy the adventure of trial and error–more error than anything) but I had so much fun taking these….and I think I’m starting to get the hang of it. A friend of mine who is better with the technical side of photography suggested I put the focus on manual and that made a huge difference.