Turning 60....

A few days ago I had the pleasure of photographing four very delightful and very youthful models during a location shoot.  My self, along with several other photographers, spent the morning framing shot after shot and observing the energetic glow that flowed outwardly from our models...to say they were delightful, I mean that in the nicest possible way I can express, for they were absolutely delightful young ladies...and for a brief few moments, I seemed to regain a measure of my own long lost youthfulness...and felt young again.

The previous day I had turned 60...seems I'm beginning to understand that this age thing is creeping up on me more and more.  Although I've tried to remain active over the years, my tolerance for vigorous activity seems to have faded with time.  Oddly enough, I can still do a lot of the things that I could do twenty...even thirty years ago...just that my ability to recover from it takes longer...and that is where I sometimes tend to over do it.

In my mind I still see that 17 year old 4 minute and 40 second mile runner from high school days...that 20 something who performed search and rescue operations off the Oregon coast...that 27 year old that first fell in love with a wonderful young lady...who has been my soul mate for 31 years now, and who has been my strength ever since.  In my heart I'm still that proud new daddy who held for the first time his first born son...then again a few years later when number two came along...I relished watching them grow up.

When I see the old bicycle hanging in the garage, I remember being that 30 something eager rider who would regularly bike 40...50...even 60 miles....just for fun...and who canoed and hiked his way through wilderness adventures.  When I turned 40...the world did not end like I thought it might...but my positive attitude took a hit and I went through an early...some would say...mild-case, middle-age crisis and jumped into the Triathlon craze that swept the country...back then.

When the 50's arrived...seems the time thing reversed itself...I slowed down, but time sped up and that decade passed far more quickly than the others...yet, somehow I rolled through them relatively unscathed. During that decade, career issues and broken or malfunctioning body parts caused me to slow down and I saw a lot of physical changes...my hair turned white, my waist grew softer and larger, my once better than 20/20 vision got blurrier, my mind's ability to absorb details rebelled and refused to do so at the same pace, aches and pains infiltrated into parts of my body I didn't realize could have aches and pains.  Yet somehow...way back in the recesses of my mind...that young, vibrant, youthful person I once was lingered still and called to me at times.  I tended to ignore those calls most of the time...but occasionally mustered enough energy to swim a few more laps, take another hike, hit the gym circuit for another round...and then spend a few extra days recovering from it.

Well, now I am finally 60...and my mind today says that it's okay...but, when I reflect back across time at all those missed opportunities and too many wasted efforts, my heart says...well...maybe that should be left unsaid...it really wouldn't change anything.  Even so, for a brief few moments that Saturday morning, those four delightful young ladies spurred within me an ability to revisit once again...at least in my mind...what it was like to be young and strong and full of energy.  Yeah...they were delightful alright, in the best way a young person can demonstrate.

Before the morning ended, I told one of the girls as I struggled to rise from sitting on the ground , "Value your youth...for it will quickly fade before you realize its gone"...Yeah, I really enjoyed that morning of experiencing their energy and youthful exuberance...it certainly made turning 60 less of a disappointment...and you know it helped me to place a few things into their correct perspective...turning 60 ain't so bad...when it's all said and done...it's more like an earned accomplishment.

Keith

How vs Why

In recent years I've taught a few photography workshops and invariably the single most asked question is..How do I make my camera work?  As novice photographers, we all go through that phase of How.  It's an important aspect and basic to all good photography.  Unfortunately, many photographers never really climb out of that mode of asking How.  They are continually seeking how to take a certain kind of picture or how to use a particular camera feature.

The fundamentals of photography are actually quite straight forward...its all based on aperture control, shutter speed, ISO, and in the digital world...White Balance.  It's the combination(s) of these four elements that dictate the final exposure value.  Learning how to frame or compose an image is also based on basic elements and those fundamentals can be learned with some practice.

So why then do many want-a-be photographers never really seem to progress in the quality of their images?  Part of the answer I've already stated...they continually stay in the How phase of photography...but the most important element that prevents someone from advancing is that they fail to understand or grasp the concept of Why.  I could teach someone all the basics...send them to a favorite location where many great photographs have been taken and have them shoot a series of images...and their images will often look rather ordinary.  The reason for this is because most photographers approach their photography like this:

         How do I capture this scene?  How do I setup my camera?   I'll just let the camera decide what works best.

The result can be quite predictable...ordinary snapshot images.

I need to qualify a few things before I continue.  First of all, I still continue to learn new things about photography almost everyday and I am continually amazed at some of the amazing images others take...but when someone asks me...How did you take that image...the answer is not some much how...but Why.

You see, almost anyone can learn the fundamentals and know all the technical elements they need to know to make great photographs.  Where they fall short is that they fail to ask themselves why should I take one shot or another.

When I am asked a question like the one above, my answer usually focuses more on why I took the shot...the  light, the angles, the structure, the textures, the mood, the mystery....these are all why reasons to take photographs.  Most photographers stop short of asking themselves these kinds of questions...actually it's not so much asking a question as it is simply recognizing when all of the elements exist.

 A photograph you take is as much a part of you as the words you use to describe the image.  Always remember to look for those elements that answer the question why in your photography.  When you do that...then your photographs take on a whole new context and dimension.

When someone sees an image I've taken I always want them to visually understand why that moment was important to me...why did I take that shot...because it spoke to an emotional part of who I am.

Keith

She was beautiful that's for sure.  Great lines...wonderful build...graceful in movement.  I couldn't keep my eyes off her...absolutely stunning she was.  She came to life back in 1968...rolled out of the factory with her candy apple red coat and through the years was owned by several loving owners...they must have taken very good care of her for today she was as beautiful as she was on the showroom floor...Probably the most aesthetically pleasing vehicle ever designed...The Chevy Super Sport SS.

On this day, this wonderfully restored classic car was one of hundreds that cruised up and down the main drag in Bowling Green, Ky and eventually came to rest together with most of the others later that evening.  As I strolled around the parking lot affectionately admiring all the classic cars...I couldn't help but remember back to the days of my youth when Friday night was cruis'n night and many of the same kinds of vehicles that now graced this parking area rolled through the night...American Graffiti style.

Gasoline was maybe 34 cents a gallon back then, even less at the then new self service stations...you could cruise all night on $5.00 of it.  What a time it was...spur of the moment drag races...smoking tires...classic hot rod songs playing on the radio...best girl by your side sitting at the local drive-in watching a movie...well...there was a movie playing anyway...how much got watched is probably open for interpretation.

I loved those classic cars...that was a time when you could easily identify a vehicle at first glance...'55 Chevy...'67 Super Sport...GTO...Roadrunner (beep beep)...Shoot, today's cars all look alike where function dictates style...not so back then...style was everything...and man did they ever have lots of it.  Open the hood and all you'd see was a big ole engine with lots of space around it where you could for the most part easily get to all the parts for repairs.  Open the hood today and what you see is one big mess of hoses, cables, wires, and black boxes that who knows what they do.  Drop a tool inside the old classics engine compartment and it would fall all the way to the ground...do so with today's cars and it simply disappears never to be seen again.

Yeah those were the days alright...seeing these old cars again...so many of them...reaffirms the special nature of not only those vehicles, but what they meant to a generation...the two were certainly joined at the hip by time and circumstance, and even though time has separated us from those moments, the connection and love affair we had with those old cars will never fade.