I am an amateur...

March 21, 2014  •  Leave a Comment

Thought for the Day

The word amateur (or "amature" as has become the common spelling in the United States) conjures up all sorts of images in the mind of the reader, especially when talking about photography. At its most basic, the word amateur connotes "not professional," meaning that one does not earn their living at the craft being discussed. On the other hand, the French origins of the word amateur means "For the love of..." and it is with this though in mind that I use the word.

I chose "I am an Amateur" as the title of my first blog for a very specific reason...because I am. I have no formal training in photography, other than through the self-education process of reading books and blogs, watching and listening to podcasts, and practicing the craft. Even though I am in my mid-50s and have a well established career totally unrelated to photography or art, I hope to one day pursue a more formal education in photography through a Master of Fine Arts program. Again, it is for the love of photography, and the desire to share that love, that I pursue these goals and have started this blog.

You will quickly discover that not only am I an amateur photographer, meaning non-professional (please note that I did not use the word unprofessional, which has a totally different connotation), but that I am similarly disposed as a writer. As such, my hope is that you and I can take a journey of discovery together as I work toward mastering the craft I love. In posts to come I will attempt to not only share some of my work, but talk about some of the difficulties I have faced with capturing images under various conditions, post-processing techniques that I used to produce the images, and more esoterically, the why of the image.

I welcome your feedback on both my photography and the blog itself, and I look forward to our journey together.

With hope...

Ed B.

 

Today's Image(s)

Guarding the Dead Sea

Guarding the Dead Sea

About this image:  The lifeguard in this photo works at one of the many lifeguard stands on the beaches that circle the Dead Sea in Israel. The sun was beginning to set, and many of the visitors who had come to swim in the mineral rich waters had already left. I'm sure this young woman's day had been long, and the heat was unbelievably oppressive. Rather than one of boredom, I felt the expression on her face was more one of ambivalence and resignation, as I am sure, given her sun-bleached hair, sun-burnt nose, and deeply tanned skin, that this was a vista she has surveyed a thousand times. I found her demeanor melancholy, yet peaceful, as if longing for a dream that might never come.

 



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