alley

Access To.... by jim lehmann

Street Photography has more depth than the vast majority of street photographers assume. When I visit forums or watch You Tuber’s spout off, I am blown away by the lameness of shots. I call them “tourist shots”….”post card’ by nature representing buildings or snapshots of people with little depth, no meaning, a blank narrative….absent of a story.

You see, your images need those in order to take your images to the next level. Make a point to capture photographs that tell the viewers something, whether it is one photograph or a series of that compliment one central theme (as I prefer them). In either case, the photographer needs to hone a series of sub-skills in order to achieve.

Take this photo for instance….


Take Note… this is a pure candid shot….I didn’t ask this lady if I could take a shot…nor did I have her pose in any manner. I simply took the shot and the result is ‘one image’ that tells a story. What is she thinking? Look at her expression; she appears to be lost in a daze. and oblivious to her surroundings. A wandering mind.

What did I do to capture this? …..I gained access to her world. I became as common to her world as the litter at her feet. I became non-existent. How to do that? A few tips.

First….dress the part. This was an alley at dark….the evening when the young ones come out for their night of frolic. I didn’t stand out in clothes but became a part of them in my clothing.

Second….I was the scene. I was there first. I waited….I didn’t come to her but she came to me. I was there first. I sat and just waited for something to occur in that alley, knowing that eventually something would. I had no idea of what though. I waited…I had patience…I existed and I melded into this alleyway.

Third….When ‘she’…..came, I was there but not in an overt or blatant manner. Just because she sat next to me doesn’t mean that I grabbed my camera and shot. But I let ‘her or she’ become comfortable within her surroundings. I wanted her to be natural.

Fourth…when it came down to shooting, I was prepared. My settings were already in place for that alley shot with my exposure set. My focus was ‘zone’ and just needed an adjustment to show she was a few feet away as opposed to 10. Just a quick glance at my settings and I adjusted. No more needed.

At this point….I had established my ‘access’ ….I simply needed to get a quick pull up of the camera and press the shutter. She never knew, it was that quick.

Down a Dusty Lane by jim lehmann

Wickedly hot….. not normally a time I enjoy shooting. I picked up my legs though and slugged along down the barrio of South Tucson. Door country…..window country….. with a Spanish flair.

While not my usual shoot….I shot. The old barrio of Tucson has a shot around every bend, for each house being unique and covered with character. Cobwebs on some cringe along the wood. The rod iron that twists itself along each house and over, and thru…and around and on. I love iron. Rust….matte black…...tweaks of color from lost paint. Together with the doors and window I shoot in this area, I can find enough character to showcase a culture, still being defined as it passes with age.

But….dusty….a lane I take to the right soon stops, no where to go yet to backtrack. I twirl around and face the other direction and see a new dimension of view, as now I am returning, as opposed to going. A small door rests itself within an alley barely a foot in width behind a bush and between two walls. Seemingly to no where, a side door lays. Where does it go? It can’t open outwards for it would just bang into the wall opposite. Must be an inner door but who can fit in here? Who can slice their way thru a foot of space and then have the know-all to enter. Push the door open…. And does it open, or is it locked.

No knocker…..and no, no doorbell. Just a door caked with an outer layer of dust that tells time has passed without a visitor. I take a reading on the alley and take a snap or two with my camera & 35mm lens. I hope to. capture a span showing distance as well as peripheral. Does it turn out using my film?….not sure. But I have a memory and sometimes when I walk about, it isn’t always about the shot, but the memory that leads up to that shot.