My Progression as a Photographer Part 4

Hello everyone! This is part four where I write about my progression as a photographer. This series is made in order to show you that previous Jeremy had to go through a long phase of mediocrity before plateauing to the level of almost being okay.

If you read my last post you’d know I went to New York when I was younger (18 to be exact). After that trip me and my parents went straight to Toronto to visit some family afterwards. Now that I think about it that was the last vacation I had with my grandfather on my father’s side. But back to the photo. This image was taken with a very telephoto lens from the glass floor at the CN Tower. I remember showing this photo to my instructor during class one day and he seemed rather lukewarm about the image. I was confused because I thought it was great, I asked if he saw the guy standing by the wall. He said he did and that it didn’t really matter much to the whole image (not his words, Steve said it way more eloquently than that). It’s funny how we get emotionally attached to the images we make and think that the one little detail  in the corner is what everyone’s going to notice and appreciate.

When I first started photography I loved going to concerts and taking photographs of the performers. I’m not sure why I never kept this up because to be honest I still love music and see no reason as to why I never continued shooting this kind of stuff. I really liked this image, it was my favorite image of the night, but unfortunately it was the one that the artist never liked. Oh well, you’re not going to appeal to everyone when you go for the weird reflection, abstract, black and white look.

This image was taken during Remembrance day. Yet another image that meant a lot to me when I made it but as time goes on I feel less and less attached. Mostly because I see how I edited the image to hide details that didn’t contribute to the overall image. A sure sign of a lazy and/or inattentive photographer (or just a photographer shooting in difficult circumstances).

This is a funny one to write about because I’ve gone through multiple periods of loving and not caring about this image. At this current moment in time I feel rather warm towards it. It’s a document of one of the plants that my mother had in the house, while simultaneously being a slight nod towards one of my favorite photographers Paul Strand. It’s funny to think that no matter how hard I try I can’t seem to remember the type of flower this was, or even the color of it. What a shame how time fades memories like nothing else.

I also went through a serious macro phase for a little while. It’s just so much fun to see all the little details that are too small to be seen by the human eye. I just walked out onto my back porch and took photos of whatever was around. I loved playing in the dirt trying to find something cool to photograph. Perhaps there’s more in common between macro photographers and street photographers than either group would like to admit. I believe this image is still on the walls somewhere at da Vinci College.

That’s all for today! I hope you enjoyed reading the latest version of photo ramblings.