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Shooting Travel Stock . . .
On
a recent weekend closer to home, I attempted to share this passion for
photography with Max, my 14-year-old stepson. I invited him on a sunrise
journey into Joshua Tree National Park. After my tenth stop in search
of the perfect light on the perfect Joshua Tree, Max screamed with hungry
exhaustion: "It's a cactus! They all look alike. Just shoot it
and let's go eat breakfast!"
As I was holding my breath, balancing a telephoto lens on a railing I could imagine Max complaining, "Its a clock. Let's go." Since this was my first week – and I was on my own – I indulged my multiple photographer paranoias. Did I have the clock in focus? Can I hold the camera steady enough for a sharp exposure? Can I get my silhouetted person close enough to the glass? Tourists either did a quick snap of the clock or had someone stand at the railing for a photo. The flash exploded and they moved on – perhaps thinking – "Its a clock, let's go see the Monet's."
What
surprised me most was how difficult it was to get a great shot of famous
landmarks. Guidebooks never show any seasonal problems or construction
warnings. And at the Louvre, the length of the summer day eliminated my dream of a night shot of the I. M. Pei-designed pyramid. I once met and photographed the architect and admired him both as a person and an artist. My heart was set on photographing the Louvre in the evening with the glowing pyramid and triangular reflecting pools. I discovered that the pools had been drained. I never did understand why.
Although I found it possible to navigate the city, and feed myself with a limited English/French pidgin language skills mixed with some charades movements -- greater language skills were required to discover why the fountains were broken and when the pools would once again reflect the pyramid. At first, I optimistically saw the problem with the pools as a challenge to shoot the pyramid in a different way. My wishful thinking was crushed when I learned that the pyramid lights didn't even turn on with the late summer sunset occurring long after the museum closed. My other lighting mystery happened with another visual treat of Paris -- the Art Nouveau styled Metropolitan (subway) stations. I had my eye on the vine shaped entry at the Blanche station that almost perfectly framed the Moulin Rouge. When I scouted the shot at 4 p.m. the two flower-shaped lights were glowing like an alien's eyes. But, when I returned at dusk with my tripod, the lights were mysteriously off. This time, though I found a solution. More about this later.
Embracing
change and learning to go with the flow, is all part of traveling to
a new land. This is especially true if you want to come home with marketable
photographs. But a little planning also comes in handy. For me this
starts with travel guidebooks.
The challenge is find fresh and, ideally, better ways to shoot these locations. This is easier in theory than in practice. My first reaction when looking through my viewfinder is usually "this looks like a postcard." Normally this is not a good reaction since most postcards are uninspiring. You
want to do a better job of arranging the pieces than those who came
before you. If inspiration doesn't appear right away, you push yourself
to find a new viewpoint.
Or it could mean discovering that the best view of the Invalides Dome involves standing on a 16-inch ledge of the bridge to get the view you think hasn't been shot before. The four-story fall down to the river (or onto a docked boat ) made me question the sanity of this solution. I had plenty of time to ponder this decision since it took forever for the street lamps to come on.
At other times, standing in the middle of the street is required, but even less safe. I had seen a line of waiting taxis on the Champs Elysées near the Arc dé Triomphe. I was tired after my ledge-balancing act, but it was in the neighborhood so I wanted to take a look. My first shots were bad copies of a postcard photo, but as I continued experimenting with the scene the line of cabs grew longer. They were now forced to double-park into the second lane of traffic. This was the break I needed. I moved out from the curb, standing in front of the second lane of taxis. Now I could shoot a line of Taxi Parisian lights right in front of the Arc dé Triomphe.
What allowed me to see what others have not? Was the line of taxis not as long for other photographers, or was I just crazy enough to stand in front of the taxis? It is hard to tell, but it does prove that even though you think that it all has been shot before, it is possible to fight through the fatigue, the sore feet and shoulders, to make a fresh image of a familiar landmark. I'm constantly amazed at the successful export of what I call the "Japanese tourist photo." The classic version is the husband taking a snapshot of his wife or family in front of anything that resembles a landmark. It is the "I was here" memento. Point and shoot cameras are perfect (and in my mind ONLY good) for this style of shooting. So it is done -- even more now that most travelers have digital cameras and photo cell phones. They often seem more interested in having a photo of themselves in front of the Eiffel Tower than in seeing the tower itself.
The
most bizarre variation of this can be found at art museums. Monet's
water lilies and a self-portrait of Van Gough were not works of art
to be admired and contemplated. They brecame just one more background
for the mug-shot book.
A bigger question that a travel photography in the digital age has to ask is, "How much manipulation can I do, and how much am I willing to do?" The street artists selling their wares along the Seine all move the Parisian landmarks around to fit compositional needs. Standing on what would be the spot that Maurice Utrillo painted his famous view of the Sacré-Cur Basilica through the Montmartre area shops reveals that he nudged the church's dome to the right. If a painter can move landmarks to meet compositional needs, is it fair for a photographer to do the same?
Removing
a street-sign or a stray lamppost is now just part of my workflow in
this day of digital imaging. It allows me more flexibility in my compositions.
I can move a little more to the right and distort the Eiffel Tower less
if I clean up the tree branch later. In one image of Paris, I moved the moon into a scene with the Pont Alexandre III street lamp. I have never done such moonrise magic before. I have laughed at fake insertions before, never imagining myself doing such manipulations. Yet, in Paris, just ten minutes before, the moon was in that location. Should I be penalized because it took so long for the lights to come on? I decided it was fair to shoot the moon that was there and to add it back in later.
How far photographers go with this trend is a matter of taste, morals and skill. My retouching skills are limited, but I did go back to photograph all of the pieces needed to create my idealized illustration of the Moulin Rouge through the Metropolitain arch.
Returning home, I teamed up with Photoshop artist Dennis Dunbar. He works in the fantasy world of movie posters and has the talent and experience to blend multiple images together for a photo-realistic composite. I suspect that most people will just assume that I just used a special lens, until another photographer attempts to find the spot and discovers that Dunbar and I moved the Metro sign.
Coming
to Paris for the first time let me see details of the city that have
become familiar to locals. Two details that fascinated me were the sidewalk
cafes and the cobblestone streets.
It is rare when an image grows on me later. But, in Paris, I found two exceptions to the rule. The red chairs and tables was my first surprise. These backlit chairs were one of the few times I didn't give up in frustration. There were great cafés on seemingly every corner. In August, when half of the city goes on vacation, restaurants stack their chairs inside their windows in wonderful patterns to indicate that they are closed. At the time I just didn't feel as if I could find a way to capture the essence of the signature way of dining. It was only after I looked at what others had done with the subject that I appreciated what I achieved.
I also was initially disappointed with the cobblestone street. In my mind I wanted someone carrying a baguette across the street. I waited at my favorite corner as the Montmartre locals walked by. I stalked patrons at my corner bakery to no avail. Fortunately the pigeon caught my eye as I was waited for my bread image.
The
chair and street images grew on me while I processed the digital files
and compared them to others of the same subject matter. They are now
my quiet favorites from the trip. Giving up preconceptions that the French should speak English or that the road on a map will be marked with street signs are both good starts. Accepting that there will be construction in the wrong places and lights that will not come on at the right time for pictures also helps. One must simply understand that, when things go wrong, it is always possible to shoot somewhere else -- or use one of those café chairs to sit down and have a glass of wine. ( When he is not traveling, Mark Harmel specializes in medical and people photography in the Manhattan Beach, CA, area. )
Mark Harmel's web site is at: http://www.harmelphoto.com For
more of Harmel's images of France: click
here
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