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  1. nudawn reblogged this from mills and added:
    Its funny, but this...hardest part about photography for me. I want
  2. mills reblogged this from photophobia and added:
    (From photophobia): Photography is useful to me when I am having some trouble participating in
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Monday, March 16th
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mills: (From photophobia): Photography is useful to me when I am having some trouble participating in the scrum of nightlife due to my damned and blessed sobriety: I can wander around taking pictures while my senses decompress (they are compacted by constant din and visual spectacle), then return to the bar to down another Red Bull. Chelsea’s has to cover their beautiful sign with a tarp to prevent the float riders of the St. Patrick’s Day Parade from breaking it to pieces with their throws: more evidence of J’s assertion that the floats are just “frat-sleds.” But I like it nevertheless. It was a wet day and a wet night: blue pools where the wetness gave the light traction. Its funny, but this is the hardest part about photography for me.  I want to participate, and experience, and be IN THE MOMENT as much as possible.  Its hard to do that with a camera.  I feel more like a spectator or voyeur.  Ironically, i’m not all that crazy about photographing buildings or animals or food (or whatever).  What i enjoy photographing most is people, so its hard to reconcile that with a desire to participate rather than document.   Ultimately, I find myself photographing strangers more often than not.  which interestingly enough, is really just a way for me to participate in a life outside of my direct reality.

mills:

(From photophobia):

Photography is useful to me when I am having some trouble participating in the scrum of nightlife due to my damned and blessed sobriety: I can wander around taking pictures while my senses decompress (they are compacted by constant din and visual spectacle), then return to the bar to down another Red Bull.

Chelsea’s has to cover their beautiful sign with a tarp to prevent the float riders of the St. Patrick’s Day Parade from breaking it to pieces with their throws: more evidence of J’s assertion that the floats are just “frat-sleds.” But I like it nevertheless.

It was a wet day and a wet night: blue pools where the wetness gave the light traction.

Its funny, but this is the hardest part about photography for me.  I want to participate, and experience, and be IN THE MOMENT as much as possible.  Its hard to do that with a camera.  I feel more like a spectator or voyeur.  Ironically, i’m not all that crazy about photographing buildings or animals or food (or whatever).  What i enjoy photographing most is people, so its hard to reconcile that with a desire to participate rather than document.  

Ultimately, I find myself photographing strangers more often than not.  which interestingly enough, is really just a way for me to participate in a life outside of my direct reality.