Knowing that you got the shot


It’s Sunday morning and I am listening Scott Kelby’s “A walk in Rome”, which isn’t quite as good as the talk I recommended yesterday. I am looking through my own shots of that city.

I’m not sure what’s happened but I was never able to shoot pleasing travel pictures before, and now all of a sudden I am. I started getting better results around the time I started shooting micro four-thirds, which suggests it may be about having a wide angle on the body. I had a 17mm on my Oly Pen. But photography is never about gear, is it? Then perhaps it’s because I walk more and see more. And specifically get up before dawn and go out for another round near sunset to catch that good light.

Looking through the gallery of pictures I took in Rome, ther are a lot of very pretty dawn and sunset shots, taken outdoors. But the picture that I’m happiest with is this one of a statue inside the Vatican Museums. And that’s because I remember the moment taking the picture so clearly.

This statue stood in a hallway between galleries, I’d just gone in and out of one where the light was bad and the art didn’t appeal to me. I walked by this statue and as I did, the sun hit the back and gave it its golden aura. I’d just put my camera away so I had to dig it out of my bag quickly, knowing that the light might change again any moment. I took the shot quickly and knew that I had it. What I mean with that is knowing that you captured the moment and won’t have to fiddle with it in Photoshop too much.

This is one of the most satisfying things in photography. Taking a shot and knowing that you got what you had in mind.