SAILBOAT RACING PHOTOGRAPHY -- OR, SAY “YES”
So…I love the water and I love boats – and I adore being out on the water in a boat. But my work – my passion – my focus (pardon the pun) is photographing architectural details. You know, those quietly unique objects that surround us, but that no one actually sees. Things like ancient door knockers, or painted dragons on a ceiling or creatures carved into buildings -- those quirky, colorful, sometimes strange things that a highly skilled craftsman or woman took the time to mould or paint or sculpt. They’re everywhere, we just don’t see them anymore because we’re very busy looking down at our cell phones.
It’s not as easy as it may appear to get a really good, clean, interesting shot of those “details”, but I’m never happier than when I’ve gotten one to the point where I’d be proud to see it hanging in someone’s home or office. I’ve had the occasional, brief flirtation with landscape photography and exchanged the sly glance with a cuddly creature. For a while I was obsessed with nature…and tree bark, but they weren’t serious relationships. I always go back to my first love -- the details.
Recently, I was invited to join a group of friends in
to help celebrate a “major” birthday. Coincidently, my very favorite neighbor here in Newport, RI Philadelphia was driving up a day earlier than I’d planned to leave, to photograph the start of the 2012 Newport to Bermuda sailboat race. He invited me to join him for the long ride up and then spend the following day out on a boat with good friends. I’d never met his friends, nor had I been to Newport, and I was itching to spend that gift-of-an-extra-day alone, roaming the town, photographing the thousands of charming details I knew must be there waiting to be discovered. The mansions along the famous Cliff Walk could have kept me fascinated for weeks at the very least.
Something kept tugging at me though. A persistent little voice kept whispering: “Oh, say yes. How often are you invited to spend the day on a lovely boat? Don’t be dull”. In the end, the little voice won. Rather grudgingly, I grabbed a camera with a decent zoom lens and figured I’d snap some fun shots of my pal as he photographed the race.