Mercado Del Norte

I feel spoiled by all this eye candy. Bright colors and curly ruffles. A stream of clothing carts that keeps coming and coming. I am pretending to be watching the stage but the real show is at the side. Groups of dancers are nervous about being next on stage so they primp, fan and twirl.

I go through three cards worth of images and see that people come in waves. People carrying folding chairs, mixed groups of the costumed with the non-costumed, kids with giant puffy carnival prizes. There is a Dalmatian mix that walks really close to the camera. He goes slowly enough that I could put the pieces together into one long dog.

A big challenge has been the sheer number of images. Why would anyone to want to look through them all? I fixate on the idea of a puzzle, something the viewer would be compelled to solve. Luckily Rob pulls me out of my “gamification” detour by talking about waves and phrasing and how a visual rhythm would carry the viewer forward. I know that he doesn’t literally mean “add a soundtrack” but it sounds like a good place to start.

After three weeks of tediously adding in detail and variation, I think I am close. But Jon says it is now stilted and jumpy. To his fresh eye it is confusing and not obvious why some parts were fast and others slow. I start over and concentrate on making clumps with roughly regular spacing. This works much better.

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Children’s Day

Early Commute

I sit on a narrow wall with campus behind me and East Lake in front of me. But the lake is hidden. I can only see as far as the bus stop.

Flower Lady

A girl plays with a spray bottle, using it as a squirt gun. I try to ignore the first drops on my camera. But when it gets too be too much, I shoo her away.

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Big Gate

I stand still and watch the people walking by. They come in clumps. Couples and groups of friends. Or strangers grouped by stoplights. A baby squats in the center of my frame. Is this really happening? I keep taking pictures.

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