Two Photos Around An Aesthetic-Ye Olde Shopping Mall

Just had a quick visit to family in the D.C. area, and Georgetown has a lot of high-end shops. A vague notion of London flashed through my mind. This is an area with appeal; where attractive women go to shop, see the sights, and be seen.

How does one capture the aesthetic (brick facades, colonial style, gothic script, ye ‘Olde English Shoppe’ vibe)?

The light was winter-light, mid-latitude, coming from over the left-shoulder/south/southwest. There were a lot of subjects, and lots of visual interest.

In photo number one, the reflection seems balanced, but the focus should probably be on one subject, preferably the guy (tough to manage if he’s only reflected). In number two, the umbrella on the right should probably in focus. 

Neither are ‘winners’, really, but both have solid elements. They demonstrate that, over time, while taking photographs, you can continue to add judgment upon judgment, experience upon experience, into a ‘tool belt.’ You must make decisions, quick decisions on the street, regarding focus (what’s in focus?), light (shutter, how much to let in?), subject (what’s the story you want to tell?), and composition (what’s in frame, and what did you leave out?). 

Each variable is crucial, and in this case, there are some focus and subject (static/boring) issues, to be sure. 

Thanks for looking and reading.

Thursday Poem-Joseph Brodsky

1 January 1965

The Wise Men will unlearn your name.
Above your head no star will flame.
One weary sound will be the same—
the hoarse roar of the gale.
The shadows fall from your tired eyes
as your lone bedside candle dies,
for here the calendar breeds nights
till stores of candles fail.

What prompts this melancholy key?
A long familiar melody.
It sounds again. So let it be.
Let it sound from this night.
Let it sound in my hour of death—
as gratefulness of eyes and lips
for that which sometimes makes us lift
our gaze to the far sky.

You glare in silence at the wall.
Your stocking gapes: no gifts at all.
It’s clear that you are now too old
to trust in good Saint Nick;
that it’s too late for miracles.
—But suddenly, lifting your eyes
to heaven’s light, you realize:
your life is a sheer gift.

Joseph Brodsky