No photo and yet a great photo adventure
Yesterday, as I got home, I wrote:
Close to tears, that’s how I am feeling. Photography has given the most wonderful day I could think of.
One day later, I keep looking at Arnold Newman’s photos trying to figure out how on earth did he managed to show a person’s life and personality through a single portrait. Because that’s what I want to do, I would love to be able to have in a frame the enthusiasm, passion, inventiveness of the Sons of Wenceslao; four brothers, a life time working together.
In the few hours I spent with them, a good photo was not the prize I got, but a much richer one; a life lesson that didn’t come in words but through their shining eyes while sharing with me more than 60 years of creativity and work: enjoy what you do and do it with generosity. That’s it.
No photo to illustrate any of that generosity here; shot very few and with very little success. I’ll have to go back and try again but, even so, I feel grateful to my photography because I know that without it I would had never dare to step on these people’s life.
More on their craft, along with some photos, soon, I hope.