While walking through the Stone Arch Bridge Art Festival 2013 today and yesterday, well, more particularly today, I noticed that everyone, I mean everyone, is a photographer… Or everyone is a spy, and they are spying on me.
Whether it be a pad of some sort, a cellular phone, or an actual camera (digital or analog) everyone was snapping photos.
If you think about it, there has to be about a trillion photos of menial shit, if not more, out in the world today.
Sunday, June 16, 2013, Father’s Day of all holidays, was no different. People were out on the Stone Arch Bridge running, snapping photos, and being human beings in general. Fest smells were in the air; I’m sure someone was making dough for doughnuts, cooking, and swallowing them within a fifteen-foot radius of where I existed.
Some were showing skin and doing yoga stretches in hot pants, others were wearing drab button ups and, possibly, their Sunday best, which is definitely a little depressing. The sun, out and hot above in the blue sky, touched the skin shown and turned it a lighter shade of pink. I took it in while taking photos of everyone taking photos. And then, inevitably I noticed others taking photos of me, so what better than to take photos of photographers. Capture the capture artist.
The expression on a person’s face while they are catching a magical moment is magical in itself. Nothing else matters, just that one special photo which may garnish a thousand words.
This album is dedicated to the novice, the amateur, the semi-pro, and the pretentious asshole photographers who talk for hours about photography and haven’t spent a minute in the last two weeks taking a photo, respectively.
The really cool thing about photography is that anyone with a finger and some eyeballs can do it, even if they only have one finger, or one eyeball. Taking pictures is a relatively universal past-time; people in war-torn countries, third world countries, all of Europe and the Americas take photos. They love cameras, and they love downloading all of those images and uploading them to their social networks, whatever their choice. You got Facebook, you got blogs, you got pinterest, tumblr and reddit, to work with. Why not take a photo? One snap, one push of a button, and you’re a photographer.
Photography is a brilliant hobby. I imagine people’s amazement at the inception of film, and the camera.
There is nothing quite like capturing a moment in time, forever, or until the material turns to rubbish.
For that split second, and as long as you have it, you are God. I assume that’s why most people have at least one camera in their household. Photography gets those artists out and about, and the art remains as hard as pushing a button with your finger and looking through a peephole with your one good eye (if you look at it that way, it is more of an art actually for others). A flashy sort of art.