Friday, August 8, 2014

August 9, 2014 (Part 4)

A couple of rounds and I decided to move on and I went ahead to La Vega (until now I'm not sure of the right word/name of [the] place). We had been to this place before. It's a 2 story market that's a bit more organized that I'd like. Crossing the bridge to the place I saw that gat most of the gates were to the building were still closed. It's past 8 now, and a market was just waking up. Weird.
I thought walked passed it and went to a street where I saw a hint of business(?). I've never been to this area and at this point I was getting frustrated. Most shots I've taken and the sun is now above the mountains. The light is now too strong, and would be hard to balance the exposure between the shadows. I still pressed on just to survey the place so that I didn't need to go back if there was nothing there.

Then the people and cars and carriages started to pickup more and more as I walked. Trucks and stalls full of fruits and laborers. I was getting giddy inside.

I wasn't shooting though. My hands were in my pockets for some reason. Then all of a sudden the place opened up. The market I was looking for. A whole plaza bustling. And I was late. I tried to shoot at this point which proved futile. Lighting was harsh. I was uncomfortable with the looks I'm getting from my camera. The unfamiliar camera I'm using. I thought I might may have lost the confidence I had back then, and this almost feels like a restart. I need to get used to this again, thicken my skin and make the camera the extension of my hand.

In less than an hour I'm back to the place where I started, reflecting and writing this.

Disappointed. Yes. Very It's a start though. I've flexed my muscles and hopefully it won't take too long for it to remember how to do this.


I thought it would be proper to have a reflection of myself after this entry so I took a selfie self-portrait of myself when I got back home.


(This entry was copied from my travel log 2014)