Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Curves and lines
San Francisco, CA, March 2007
I was getting worried. I had been in San Francisco for over 24 hours and still hadn't seen a cable car. Not getting a tourist-cliche picture like this would be a big black mark on my photographic report card.
So to cover my bets as I walked back to my hotel, I took this picture of the tracks. (Mom, please stop reading here.) We won't discuss where I had to place myself in order to get this picture. I made sure there was no passing traffic before I, um, exposed myself. (OK, Mom, you can read again.) I took it because there was something in the simple geometries that I felt was worth remembering.
A few minutes later, I came across the penultimate cable car. We're talking kitschy central, the one from the Rice-a-Roni box. And I took the picture. But I won't be posting it here, because it's more than a little obvious. This, instead, is the picture that sticks in my mind. Not because it's the one that everyone expects. Rather, because it's the one they don't.
Your turn: Non-cliche photography. Please discuss.
One more thing: Happy new month! Please make sure to get outside at least once today so you can drink in the fact that life is good. I know it sounds silly, but I hope you'll do it anyway, and maybe even write about it.