I set a strange schedule for myself this past week. I’ve had 9 shoots in 7 days, doing what I love, yet finding myself less satisfied with it. Encountering the very basic “more isn’t better.”
One of the shoots that was satisfying was the one with Kara on friday. Maybe because, unlike most of the others, it wasn’t a First Shoot, and as such there was a greater degree of comfortability, a greater ease.
We understood each other, and it’s only now, writing it down, I see how much that understanding, having that intitial “getting to know you” phase out of the way, matters.
Sometimes, yeah, sometimes I can find some solid shots during a first meeting. But it’s not at all uncommon I’ll finish a shoot, or take a few pix of someone at a party or out and about, and it’s only after that’s over I figure out how to really take the shot. That I look at the shots and see what’s really possible.
The first shoot with Kara was great, but this second shoot, even though there were time constraints, was a breeze.
A particular level of comfort, that’s crucial, and unfortunately cannot be manufactured.
