PhotoJourno
21st of May 2007 (Mon), 03:58
Let me quickly tell you my Photography Withdrawal Syndrome, hopefully it will help me feel more at peace, and perhaps those with similar experiences can also share them on this post.
My kind wife, aware of my Irish Ancestry, kindly purchased two tickets to go see Celtic Women in Concert, in California's Bay Area. (An early birthday gift).
Excited after having seen televised concerts from this group, I immediately saw the potential for photography.
So I went as far as getting the Contact information for the Tour Manager. I would weasel my way into talking to him, and even five minutes in the pit or backstage, would give me a few precious moments to take timeless photographs.
The wife caught me in between phone calls, and inquired as to my intentions. As they came to light, her exact words were "Can't you for once leave home your stupid photo equipment, and go enjoy a concert this one time in your life?"....
Her demands did not seem that unreasonable. On the Concert's eve (Yesterday), I kissed the kids goodbye, and hugged my Camera before leaving.
Once we saw the concert and were on our way home, the Mrs. inquired as to why I seemed a little down, rather than exhilarated from going to a live music event. I did not know what to say, I had no idea what had happened. I did enjoy the show, but what was it?...
The next morning it became clear. From the moment the curtains raised, to the moment we left the theater, I kept thinking of the photo opportunities I was missing. It did not help that I was perched on a balcony, as I could see the pit, and actually think about where to stand for each shot.
Anyhow, the total enjoyment of a relaxing event was lessened and affected by my passionate obsession of taking photos.
I know, some of you may think shame on me.
Did it ever happen to you, though?... That the thought of photography (away from your equipment) somewhat affected you during a kids soccer game, or a concert or other type of performance, sports, etc?...
The notion of me going to a sportings event without at least one camera is simply laughable.
Anyhow, that is my sad story. Now I am going to sleep, who knows, maybe I am not the only one.
My kind wife, aware of my Irish Ancestry, kindly purchased two tickets to go see Celtic Women in Concert, in California's Bay Area. (An early birthday gift).
Excited after having seen televised concerts from this group, I immediately saw the potential for photography.
So I went as far as getting the Contact information for the Tour Manager. I would weasel my way into talking to him, and even five minutes in the pit or backstage, would give me a few precious moments to take timeless photographs.
The wife caught me in between phone calls, and inquired as to my intentions. As they came to light, her exact words were "Can't you for once leave home your stupid photo equipment, and go enjoy a concert this one time in your life?"....
Her demands did not seem that unreasonable. On the Concert's eve (Yesterday), I kissed the kids goodbye, and hugged my Camera before leaving.
Once we saw the concert and were on our way home, the Mrs. inquired as to why I seemed a little down, rather than exhilarated from going to a live music event. I did not know what to say, I had no idea what had happened. I did enjoy the show, but what was it?...
The next morning it became clear. From the moment the curtains raised, to the moment we left the theater, I kept thinking of the photo opportunities I was missing. It did not help that I was perched on a balcony, as I could see the pit, and actually think about where to stand for each shot.
Anyhow, the total enjoyment of a relaxing event was lessened and affected by my passionate obsession of taking photos.
I know, some of you may think shame on me.
Did it ever happen to you, though?... That the thought of photography (away from your equipment) somewhat affected you during a kids soccer game, or a concert or other type of performance, sports, etc?...
The notion of me going to a sportings event without at least one camera is simply laughable.
Anyhow, that is my sad story. Now I am going to sleep, who knows, maybe I am not the only one.