The Winter Light cemetery photographic workshop series traversed a very chilly forest hills cemetery. We expected snow. Virtually no snow fell. However the cloud cover continually changed, making up for the snow deficit. Our exercises included: blind faith walk, one position-many angles, encapsulate the pond’s essence using synecdoche, figure in landscape vs. portrait, arrange something, and the much favored free time laced with wild mind photography. The latter was useful for me, my highlight, but also my lowlight because I didn’t have time to fully pursue the idea I had to use slow shutter speed and flash on the rotating metal silvery structure near the pond.
All the women except for T finked out for the least 45 minutes and warmed themselves in a car, S joined them. I didn’t scold them or berate them in any manner, thinking they will pay for their lapse when they view the good results those of us who braved the cold made in those final moments. I will tell the story of Dorothea Lange and the migrant mother.