By Michael Blumfield
I’m heading south on I-95 in the late afternoon. To my right, beyond a row of trees, I catch a glimpse of a stunning sunset. The light is a rich amber, tickling purplish clouds, with streaks of yellow shooting through them into a cobalt-blue sky.
I am anguished at the sight: This dramatic moment is unfolding without my ability to photograph it. I can’t pull off the road. Even if I did, the trees are blocking part of it. And, sin of all sins, I don’t have my camera with me.
I kick myself for a minute, then drift into a reverie about how wonderful it would be to launch a drone above the interstate – elevating it above the tree line and ensuring the moment doesn’t pass without creating a permanent memory of it …
Keying in on the visual world
The truth is, I wouldn’t have experienced such anguish a few years ago before I took up photography in earnest. Driving down that highway, I would have looked at the traffic in front of me, my gas gauge and car clock, perhaps. But the sun’s setting would have gone unnoticed until I realized the road was dark and I needed to flip on my headlights.
It’s not that I don’t have artistic leanings. I’ve been an avid reader all my life, am moved by well-crafted literature, and have made my living as a writer. Music has been an obsession since grade school, and I’ve dabbled in performing off and on. But the visual arts were always secondary.
Picking up a camera changed all of that. The visual world moved from a supporting role to center stage. Light, texture, form, pattern, color – all these words go from concepts to elements of daily observation and curiosity.
For me at least, the credit (or blame) goes to my first class with Boston Photography Workshops. A group of us traipsed around the North End, trying to frame skyscrapers in the distance looming over a park, angling for surprising perspectives on a painted playground wall, shooting through the windows of alluring restaurants and cafes, and honoring the evocative presence of a red Vespa in a narrow alleyway.