Germans Don’t Jaywalk
I’m currently in Cologne, Germany speaking at Photokina. Fuji brought me out to speak about the X cameras that I’m so dang in love with. I haven’t really hit the floor just yet but I saw a freaking helicopter parked in one corner of the trade show. You know. A helicopter. Might as well. What this trade show needs is more helicopters.
I’ve been on the road for two months and it’s been a hell of a good time bouncing around this lovely planet of ours. I’ve had the pleasure and honor to meet a number of truly passionate and talented people. I’ve had some soul searching late night talks over bad food and good wine. I’ve seen some things that have me so inspired to create new work that I’m paralyzed not knowing what I should do first. I flew ATL – DTW – AMS – CGN and my bag went ATL – DTW – ATL. That was awesome.
I had this one brilliant moment of peace and clarity in Montana. It was dusk. Doug Ness and I were listening to Bruce Springsteen’s Darkness on the Edge of Town. That really is one of the greatest American albums of all time. That clarity visited me for the ten minute drive from our shooting location back to town. 10 minutes to soak it in. 10 minutes in two months. Something just ain’t right with that.
My mind is mush. Absolute mush. Slap a Quaker Oatmeal sticker on my head and call it a day. I’m behind on personal deadlines for projects. I have to get to the dentist. I need a haircut. I have videos to shoot. I have more and more blog entries to write. I need to do some laundry. I need to go ride bikes with my kids. I need to go and get away by myself for a few
months, days, hours. My promo mailers are late… again. I see a book in my head that I want to create. I can close my eyes and I can see it. I see the photographs. It’s truly unfortunate that I haven’t shot a lot of those images yet. But I see it. I see a book. A portfolio book. Something uniquely me. Something that doesn’t look like a bowl of oatmeal.
Saw something of note in the central train station in Cologne. It was a display of the work of the recent World Press Photo winners. The collection of work was breath taking. I also stood back from it and watched how many people stopped and looked. Even people who seemed to be busily on their way to something stopped. Photography is still powerful. It also reminded me that not everybody is a photographer. Not just any ol’ person with a DSLR could shoot the photos that were hanging in this public “gallery”.
Germans don’t jaywalk. They wait for the walk signal. It’s remarkable to behold. Americans walk in their bike lanes and get yelled at. Not that I have personal experience with this. Well, ok, I do. So that’s a bike lane. Got it. I’ll try to remember. Looks a lot like a sidewalk.
Hope you all are doing well. I’ll be catching my breath in November and December. I have a few posts to go out before then. I’m still working on my tumblr Q&A blog. Getting close to hitting my 1,000th post over there.
Photography, as it would seem, is alive and well. It’s a crazy ride but what else in life that’s worth doing isn’t a crazy ride?