Sharing
Pretty much every time I take a photo, I feel as though I have to share it. That I can’t take a photo simply for myself. That wasn’t always the case. When I first started shooting 35mm film, I expected that I would make a lot of mistakes, from which I’d hopefully learn so that I could take better shots—ones that I could feel were good enough to show people. When I think of my early experimental shots—ones that I never showed to anybody—I think of some close-up shots of a spinning record, with a focus on the needle touching the vinyl, in the mid-to-late 80s. I had some records that were printed on red, green, white, and clear, gold vinyl, and that made the shots interesting. But the light that I used was incandescent bulbs, which cast a yellow tint over all the shots, and I didn’t have the knowledge of how to use white balance to correct for it. The composition of the photos was good (not great) but the lighting ruined the overall effect. I also once set four martini glasses on a snowba...
