Aw, Matt, some of that makes me a little sad, but each of us has to deal with our own reality. I see nothing at all wrong with the solitary photo walk either. I haven't done a lot of it since I was lucky enough that Daphne didn't mind my stopping here and there to grab a shot of this or that unless it got ridiculous (and yeah, define that willya?). (By the way, they tell me good listeners are the best conversationalists!)Matt Quinn wrote: ↑Wed Dec 27, 2017 7:48 pmCharles,
Man, have you pressed a button! Family squabbles galore as I pause on the beach or on a walk to photo them or one of the grands, but they give thanks later when they see the photo. They tolerate me but don't miss me because I am a terrible conversationalist -- I listen more than I talk. They don't wait; I eventually catch up.
With my wife, however, the situation is way different; she has no patience and fumes if I pause to take a photo and spend more than 10 seconds to do so. That prompts me to go out on my own, or to wander in the mall while she is shopping. The only photos she likes are of the grands; she dismisses the others.
I never went to kindergarten, so I never learned to "play well with others." I had a meet-up with another photographer from "that other site" to take some photos at Cape Cod. I learned nothing, suggested a few locations for shots; we spoke very little; I left early. We never got together again.
My other experience was with an instructor and two other students on Cape Cod. We had hustled across some wetlands at low tide into a dense forrest and tramped around for a few early-morning hours. I always felt the pressure of not wanting to delay the others so I hurried my shots; only one turned out to my satisfaction. I have hoped to go back on my own, but the best laid plan...
So, I guess I do better walking alone when I have my camera, and, when with others, walking without my camera and taking mental pictures.
My effort at peace on earth.
I wonder if your Cape Cod fella was rushing. As I've mentioned elsewhere I have never been on an actual photo walk. I did just contact the local Lincoln camera club and I bet they get together and do them, and if so I will try to join them. Then I may have a better idea of the protocols, but it strikes me that if the whole purpose of the walk is to photograph then there ought not to be a sense of excessive hurry.Duck wrote:On a photowalk, that's a whole different animal. I am surrounded by like minded individuals and what I've found is that if someone spots something of interest others will join in the moment. Those that aren't feeling it tend to wander a bit away and find something else of interest. For the most part, though, everyone stays together and enjoys the company, the conversation and the collaboration. If I am leading the group I often tend to purposely slow people down because I know the tendency is to rush things.
As to mental pictures, though, I have a problem with that owing to a foolish mistake I made when I was posted overseas. I had orders for Germany, and as it happened I had not then gotten the photo bug. My dad had been a working pro, a war correspondent, but died when I was 10 and his loss devastated my mom to the point that she actively discouraged any interest I showed in photography. Just about the time I got my orders I read an article in a magazine. In 20/20 retrospect I may have been flat too dumb to recognize satire when I read it (I was seriously dumb). The gist of the thing was, if you are going off to see wonderful once-in-a-lifetime things, don't take a camera, it just gets in the way of your memories. You are a thoroughly rotten photographer anyway, and all you will do is distract your stupid self with settings while missing the literal picture, and whatever you do manage to get will be awful but you will load it into a carousel anyway and inflict it endlessly on your thoroughly bored friends (assuming they stay friends after your ghastly slide show). I was, like, 20 and almost too dumb to breathe, so I spent almost 2 years in Germany and environs taking not. one. single. picture. None. No pics of my buddies. My barracks (a vintage German kaserne of great blocks of cut stone with a curving face), my bicycle, my travels to Berlin just months after the wall went up... you get the idea. Dum Dum Gum Gum indeed! It might be funny but it really isn't. So anyways, at minimum I recommend carrying a pocket camera or at least a phone. Pitchers remember longer than your head.