TY, TR, and coming up.

As always, gratitude is in order. Your <3s, reblogs, feedback and silence, as well as your photos and other content you post, is inspiring as all get out. My photography would not have improved so much, if at all, were it not for your presence, your feedback, your graciousness in putting up with my experimentation and my attempts at growth. Well, and my attempts at humor, too. And my fucking cussing.

I was notified by some of my steadies that during my break from the Tumblrverse the Tumblr Radar featured my Vintage taillight: Hot Rod Night. Twilight Thursdays at Sacramento Zoo, 06-19-14., which was already reblogged on Lensblr. I am very grateful, especially since that shot is a departure from my usual subject matter and my post work was also not my usual process, either. I let the photo speak to me, push me creatively, and apparently it spoke to others in the same language, or at least in the same dialect.

:-)

Coming up is a photo break for about another week. I want to focus on two side blogs I created but have no posts on yet. I have lots of content in Drafts for both of them; I may release both Tumblrs into the wild next week. Then there is the fact that I over my break I am taking very few photographs, some of them kinda both suck and blow. Hell, I recently heard Richard Avedon talk about how he did two weeks of portraiture and none of his shots were good enough to publish, so one week for me ain’t that bad, no? Also, I need to have time to distance myself from my shots, let them marinate and go over them in post, then save them in the Queue, where I will also probably remove some as time goes by. It is all about the editing.

I am dedicating more time to my dissertation, too. I am currently on fire, making sense of the volumes of knowledge I gathered in ways that make sense to my specific take on Cuban history and I am making historical connections that blow me away. I need to focus on that. Oh, and I am enjoying it again and working on it daily, so yes, dissertation it is.

Keep kicking ass.

As always,

~Fern

Perfect: Pride Parade. San Francisco, 06-29-14.
Perfect.This one.I saw him, thought of asking if I could take his picture, then moved on. Then, while I was taking pictures of the four outré drag queens talking and the Asian woman posing in front of them, he walked into the frame. That was, at least to me, a sign that I should ask him, which I did, adding
"You are perfect. I am sure your mother tells you that all the time."
He laughed and consented, obviously overwhelmed and flattered. Then he could not stop smiling. In my three frames of him he has this same, gorgeously open, appreciative smile. And yes, I did think he was perfect and he and his friends knew it. His look, his face, build, the clothes he was wearing, his casually confident &#8220;I don&#8217;t care about how I look because I care enough about how I look so I don&#8217;t need to care about how I look&#8221; demeanor. I felt he had a warm personality and sense of humor. I think I captured them here.
Then in post came the revelations: the three shots were flawed for several reasons, including lighting and the reflections on his glasses that obscured his eyes, flaws I could not resolve by converting the images to B&amp;W, and two of the captures were flawless because of the expressions on the faces of the two young women with him. I especially loved the expression on the one behind him, giving me that sly, knowing look. I love her face, her expression, the angle of her face that lets me see through the clear lenses, straight into her amused eyes.
So I share the story and this photo, not very good but which I adore, because I had fun, I flirted unashamedly (or more than usual), but this time fully aware I was flirting. (I tend to do it without knowing, I am told.) 
I am glad I saw him again and that I let myself go, saying exactly what I felt and living a vividly endearing photography memory that was part of a fulfilling morning of fun and photography.This one.Perfect.

Perfect: Pride Parade. San Francisco, 06-29-14.

Perfect.
This one.
I saw him, thought of asking if I could take his picture, then moved on. Then, while I was taking pictures of the four outré drag queens talking and the Asian woman posing in front of them, he walked into the frame. That was, at least to me, a sign that I should ask him, which I did, adding

"You are perfect. I am sure your mother tells you that all the time."

He laughed and consented, obviously overwhelmed and flattered. Then he could not stop smiling. In my three frames of him he has this same, gorgeously open, appreciative smile. And yes, I did think he was perfect and he and his friends knew it. His look, his face, build, the clothes he was wearing, his casually confident “I don’t care about how I look because I care enough about how I look so I don’t need to care about how I look” demeanor. I felt he had a warm personality and sense of humor. I think I captured them here.

Then in post came the revelations: the three shots were flawed for several reasons, including lighting and the reflections on his glasses that obscured his eyes, flaws I could not resolve by converting the images to B&W, and two of the captures were flawless because of the expressions on the faces of the two young women with him. I especially loved the expression on the one behind him, giving me that sly, knowing look. I love her face, her expression, the angle of her face that lets me see through the clear lenses, straight into her amused eyes.

So I share the story and this photo, not very good but which I adore, because I had fun, I flirted unashamedly (or more than usual), but this time fully aware I was flirting. (I tend to do it without knowing, I am told.) 

I am glad I saw him again and that I let myself go, saying exactly what I felt and living a vividly endearing photography memory that was part of a fulfilling morning of fun and photography.
This one.
Perfect.

Three brilliant young women: Pride Parade. San Francisco, 06-29-14.
I am so embarrassed by this photo because of what I said. I saw them and they were just so cute, so happy. Sassy. So I said to them, &#8221;Can I take a picture of the three of you?&#8221; And then I commented on how their outfits emphasized their upper torso, as it were. I was very direct and respectful, but I am not using the terms I uttered here because I do not want this photo to be reblogged in any site (I hope) that would be disrespectful of them, since my Tumblr setting allows my posts to be indexed, and therefore searchable. Of course, there are no guarantees. I can only show them my respectful gratitude by being as careful and clean as possible.
Anyway, this one shot was the result. Well, this photo and, as you can tell, a lot of laughter. I am still not certain what pushed me to say that, but
I titled this photo Three brilliant young women because they had a strong enough sense of self and of humor to know exactly what I meant and to accept my compliment and my request radiantly. That takes a lot of brains and grace. And yes, I wanted to use the F-expletive in that last comment, but to avoid any term searches for that word I am keeping it clean.
Darn it.

Three brilliant young women: Pride Parade. San Francisco, 06-29-14.

I am so embarrassed by this photo because of what I said. I saw them and they were just so cute, so happy. Sassy. So I said to them, ”Can I take a picture of the three of you?” And then I commented on how their outfits emphasized their upper torso, as it were. I was very direct and respectful, but I am not using the terms I uttered here because I do not want this photo to be reblogged in any site (I hope) that would be disrespectful of them, since my Tumblr setting allows my posts to be indexed, and therefore searchable. Of course, there are no guarantees. I can only show them my respectful gratitude by being as careful and clean as possible.

Anyway, this one shot was the result. Well, this photo and, as you can tell, a lot of laughter. I am still not certain what pushed me to say that, but

I titled this photo Three brilliant young women because they had a strong enough sense of self and of humor to know exactly what I meant and to accept my compliment and my request radiantly. That takes a lot of brains and grace. And yes, I wanted to use the F-expletive in that last comment, but to avoid any term searches for that word I am keeping it clean.

Darn it.