Tripod allergy.

I own a tripod. Two, in fact. I understand what they are for, I know how to use them, I appreciate all the good reasons to use them. So why am I allergic to using my tripod?

I do use them at home - setting up a studio shot, or practicing something with lighting - but too often fail to take one with me when going out to shoot. At first, I thought it was down to weight and size - not being terribly bulky myself, lugging one of the bigger beasts quickly got old - that's why the second one came along. Got a nice shoulder strap for it, to make it even more carry-friendly. I'm working on taking it out more, but even when I do...

Today I went out for a couple of hours to take some pinhole and zoneplate shots of the spring-blooming trees at a local gardens called Meadowlark. Tripod in tow, with the best of intentions. So guess who took several-second pinhole shots hand-held with the tripod left lying on the grass?

I do seem to prefer taking photos while on the move - so perhaps setting up a tripod outside feels like a more serious commitment, an entrenchment of sorts. Oh, good - I'm allergic to commitment... Whatever the reason, it seems to have become quite the psychological roadblock. One to break through before SoFoBoMo starts, that's for certain.

I was going to go on about some further project ideas and strategies I had in mind, but I'll save it for next post.