here I come.
Or nearly so.
I have packed the essentials; camera, lenses, filters, chargers and tripod.
I don’t wear make-up or jewelry and have the fashion sense of an oak tree.
I don’t do bars or hangouts
because, for the most part, people make me antsy.
I like to photograph them, from afar, but making genial conversation isn’t really my forte.
I prefer deserted beaches, four am sunrise stakeouts, solitude and the extraordinary beauty of creation.
Extraordinary, by the way, is one of the most useless words in the English language.
If I don’t want ordinary, why would I seek extraordinary.
Because I do and because ordinary rules of photography mean nothing to me.
I follow the light … seek it, find it, adore it, interpret it, read it, succumb to it, belong to it.
I’m not like everyone else, so in my own way, I am extraordinary, which, according to my own admission, means I am useless.
A dilemma, to be sure.
But I am a photographer of creation, so dilimmas are my chocolate coated candy with sprinkles.
I. Am. Me.
It is all I know how to be.
So I be it.
Janette’s Pier at sunrise
A Chameleon turning blue