I guess once you’ve been taking pictures for a while, you choose what you really like.  You start out with scenics, macros, portraits, whatever, but eventually you choose what you want to focus on.  I love movement.  I always look for the ultimate moment that will make you feel like you are in the photo, when the subject is at its most interesting.

I see a lot of pieces out there in magazines like Vogue and Vanity Fair about inspiration and inspiration boards, etc.  I don’t have one of those, but I use one thing as an interesting means of inspiration.  I watch old gymnastics competitions from the 1970s and 1980s on YouTube.  I wondered for a while why I watched this.  I’ve always loved gymnastics and did it for while as a kid.  I realized recently that I am watching the videos to pick out exact moments when the photo of the event would be perfect.  I choose the 1970s and 1980s because that is when gymnastics was more elegant and balletic, rather than powerful like it now.  Somehow, and I don’t know why, it is harder to get inspired from the competitions now.  They are all about power, rather than grace.  In my subject, I’m looking for grace over power.

Yesterday I went to an event called Honkfest, that in my book should be held every weekend year round and alternating Wednesday.  It was so much fun, full of beer, marching bands and singing.  There will be a longer post about that forthcoming, but in this entry, I am going to post photos of a guy I saw singing reggae yesterday.  The way he moved was something special, that I hope I captured in this photos: