Sunday, May 20, 2007

While it's true that every dog will have his day, When all the bones are buried, There is barely time to go outside and play

I've always believed the saying that a photograph is just as much a reflection of the photographer as it is the subject in the photograph.

Meaning photographers shoot how they feel, not just what they see.

I'm going to add a little twist to that and say that we also sometimes shoot how we WANT to feel, and not necessarily exactly how we feel.

The past few weeks have been pretty tough... Being the only shooter a the paper plus lots of work plus some other things have really added up.

And I've looked back at some of my recent images and they don't really show how I feel. But they show how how I'd like to feel.

For example: I photographed a girl having a great time while riding a carnival ride with her friends the other weekend. That day sucked for me, I didn't feel like working at all, and it took everything I had to get out of bed that morning. But that image sure doesn't say "having a rough day"

And today, I was on a boat with a search and rescue dog named Sky. Her job was to sniff around the water to find stuff. (in this case it was a man who had drowned a day earlier) When she was finished, her handler told her to stop searching and gave her a treat. Then she became happy-go-lucky-dog-on-a-boat.



This picture sure doesn't say "Matt doesn't want to be working and can't remember his last day off" to me. But isn't that a great picture of a dog!? I thought it was great. She's just chillin in the breeze knowing she did a good job (according to the lady on the right)

I don't know... My mind started to wonder while I was boiling spaghetti noodles tonight. So this might be the sun burn and lack of a good nights sleep talking.

But on a happier note, My boy Nabil called while I was on the boat and told me some good news. He's now working on his Masters Degree in Pittsburgh Penn. What that means is I'll soon be taking a trip to the only city in Penn. that ends in "gh" (that tid-bit brought to you by Nabil)

What that also means is that I can finally wear my Roberto Clemente Jersey in public and not get funny looks.

Anyway, Homor Simpson and Milhouse just rolled past Chief Wiggum in a garbage dumpster, so I should probably go watch that.