
I’m super stoked (to use a dated word) about a photo I captured the other night at Bay View’s Cactus Club.
While a projector chaotically splashed the stage/band with colors and images, everything aligned and I caught this shot of Canyons of Static guitarist Ross Severson sneaking a sip of water. It goes back to something I mentioned a few weeks ago: You make your own luck. You put yourself in the right place so at the right time your instincts and reflexes can take over to capture that glimmer of a moment that wasn’t there a second earlier and won’t be there a second later.
I gravitate toward these images when I’m shooting for myself or on assignment. I find these moments fascinating, and I suspect it’s a combination of my background as a newspaper reporter/editor working under intense deadline pressure and as a photographer/participant in extreme sports, where the pressure is high for about a dozen variables — the lighting (natural and artificial), the angle, the timing, the subject’s positioning and expression, etc. — to all be spot on at the moment you click the shutter.
I like to work my butt off — to sweat — for my photographs. Of course, there’s a different kind of satisfaction that comes with snagging the money shot on an assignment when, say, your subject only has a few minutes to spend with you. (More on that in this previous post.)