Archived posting to the Leica Users Group, 2000/03/28

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Subject: RE: [Leica] put your money where your leica was
From: "B. D. Colen" <bdcolen@earthlink.net>
Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2000 14:24:16 -0800

Kyle - What ever that higher plane is, it's worth the price of the ticket!
Your three cover shots are really terrific...What's the classic line..."It
ain't the (what?) it's the motion..."?

Welllll.."It's the IMAGE, stupid!"

B. D.

- -----Original Message-----
From: owner-leica-users@mejac.palo-alto.ca.us
[mailto:owner-leica-users@mejac.palo-alto.ca.us]On Behalf Of Kyle
Cassidy
Sent: Tuesday, March 28, 2000 9:18 AM
To: leica-users@mejac.palo-alto.ca.us
Subject: [Leica] put your money where your leica was


hey luggers,

i had an epiphany saturday night while shooting. and it will sound trite,
or corney but it actually happened (now this is the exact kind of opening
you see someone on t.v. make before the tell you they 1. were abducted by
aliens or 2. spoke with an angel in the mens room of a bus station) but
anyway ... i was at a party grabbing shots and trying to overcome my worst
photographic habit, (which is a dreadful shyness which forbids me to talk
to people i don't know, and it's crippling to a photographer, believe me)
so i'm doing my best to chat people up and ask if i can take their
photograph and trying to manouver them into some way that looks
aesthetically pleasing (oh yeah, we need another parenthetical aside, but
i must mention that one guy i asked said "no, you can't take my
photograph, it's not that i don't like you, but i'm leading a double life
and i don't want my wife to find out." and he opens his jacket and shows
me he's got a butcher knife duct taped to his side. and i'm like "oh KAY".
he was very friendly though and offered me a shot of jamieson irish
whiskey from a clever looking pewter flask with a skull on it. now back to
our story and my ephiphany)

... somewhere during the course of the evening a strange feeling came over
me in a slow motion, satori like flash, as though i were walking through a
curtian of weirdly colored air; the camera became a rock around my neck --
i didn't care about it anymore -- i had no desire to fiddle with it or
stop and talk to people about it or hang pictures of it on my wall and
thing how swell it looked and felt -- instead my only concern was for the
final result. i wanted to hang the images up on the wall and think how
swell they were and show them off to you fine folks. i lost something but
i think it was that first step into a larger world. so there's my goofy
story. here's my hopefully not so goofy images.

week 13's photos in the new years leicaloution:

http://www.asc.upenn.edu/usr/cassidy/pix/pad/

yours from a higher plane,

kc

p.s. in my haste to make a fool of myself i forgot to mention that i've
added NEW and BETTER navigational tools to the leicaloution, so you can
now pop handily from one week to the next without going back through the
main menu.