Bargain hunters
"A patron gazes at numerous novelties scattered on a back table during the first Towson American Legion Hall Post 22, 125 flea market, early Sunday morning. Visitors could find everything from movies and cameras, to knives and clothes."
Sometimes I think assignments will be really, really visual even if they don't seem to lend themselves to be prior.
Case and point at this flea market. It was the first time the Towson American Legion Hall held one and I thought it would be full of interesting folk and junk.
To my dismay, it was nothing spectacular. While everyone was friendly, no one in particular screamed take my picture. Although, I did find myself camped out in front of one table where I met a really outgoing, charismatic dude selling everything from knives to old nudie magazines.
I guess he got me thinking about other things than shooting and I began seeing differently. I had been frustrated that the flea market wasn't what I thought it would be.
Making my rounds, I passed his table more than 20 times. It wasn't until I made my last pass when I noticed the reflections in the glass.
I marked my spot and worked it for a good 30 minutes before I decided I was only going to get what I had. I really, really wanted that perfect clean frame of just the silhouette and collectibles, but the angle to get that wasn't going to produce the same.
Alas, I am not sure if this or another shot ran because I forgot to look. But on the bright side, I snagged an old school Polaroid camera for $1 on my way back to my car.
Bargain!
Sometimes I think assignments will be really, really visual even if they don't seem to lend themselves to be prior.
Case and point at this flea market. It was the first time the Towson American Legion Hall held one and I thought it would be full of interesting folk and junk.
To my dismay, it was nothing spectacular. While everyone was friendly, no one in particular screamed take my picture. Although, I did find myself camped out in front of one table where I met a really outgoing, charismatic dude selling everything from knives to old nudie magazines.
I guess he got me thinking about other things than shooting and I began seeing differently. I had been frustrated that the flea market wasn't what I thought it would be.
Making my rounds, I passed his table more than 20 times. It wasn't until I made my last pass when I noticed the reflections in the glass.
I marked my spot and worked it for a good 30 minutes before I decided I was only going to get what I had. I really, really wanted that perfect clean frame of just the silhouette and collectibles, but the angle to get that wasn't going to produce the same.
Alas, I am not sure if this or another shot ran because I forgot to look. But on the bright side, I snagged an old school Polaroid camera for $1 on my way back to my car.
Bargain!
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