“Time flies!” We’ve all heard that and said it, and we know it to be true. (Unless you’re four years old on Christmas Eve. Then it moves like molasses in the wintertime.) As photographers, we engage in the challenging, excruciating, and occasionally exhilarating endeavor of stopping it. Even for a second. Or, most of the time, even less. It can feel like standing in a rushing mountain stream, and reaching down to pluck a small, slippery fish out of the racing, blurry water. Easy, this ain’t.
Last year was twelve solid months of hard work. As usual, more than a couple hundred thousand miles in the air. We did ok. Hung in there. Made some good pix, and, as always, some bad ones.
We did a fair number of assignments last year, and some teaching. Stayed behind the camera a lot. And we worked our butts off to create those opportunities to point a lens in a reasonable direction. And all that effort, all the nuttiness, came down to slices of time that came in under a half a second. One half of one second, was what the year boiled down to. Time does, indeed, fly.
January. 1/15th of a second. Las Vegas, Nevada.
February. 1/160th of a second. Lower Manhattan from the air.
March. 1/800th of a second. Dubai, UAE
April. 1/250 of a second. Tompkins Square Park, NYC
May. 1/250th of a second. Beijing, China
June. 1/250th of a second. NY, NY
July. 1/1000th of a second. Cookeville, Tennessee
August. 1/250th of a second. Santa Fe, New Mexico
September. 1/1000th of a second. Scotland
October. 1/125th of a second. Times Square, NYC
November. 1/8000th of a second. Venice, Italy.
December. 1/3 of a second. Great Smoky Mountains National Park, Tennessee.