Ruminator

Photo by: Timothy Bindner Today I took a day off work and spend a few hours with my buddy Mark traveling the back roads of Indiana and attempting to take some infrared pictures.  I reached one goal, but not the other. We base infrared photography on the light we can see and the how the camera can capture those light rays we cannot.  You can read more about it here.   As I love monochrome photography, IR photography just adds yet more punch to the style I prefer. Mark arrived at my house around 11:30am.  I jumped in the Jeep and we headed out towards Highway 11.   Our plan was simple.  Drive the country roads, enjoy each other’s company, embark on a delightful conversation, and stop and take photographs.  Our first destination was Elizabeth, Indiana.  A small town with a population of 207.  Mark pulled over in an old abandoned gas station at the intersection of Highway 11 and 211, where we both grabbed a few shots of old gas pumps, and a sign showing gas for $1.11 a gallon.  Quickly we

Photo by: Tim Bindner Photography (https://www.instagram.com/timothybme/) Recently I read a quote from one of my favorite musicians, Chris Cornell.  He told his daughter Lily Cornell once, who also battles anxiety, “ Stupid people don’t have anxiety. The fact that you’re worrying about what the outcome is going to be and thinking what every possible option could be and worrying about all the ways that things could go wrong, it’s because you’re very smart and because your brain works really fast. And even though it sucks, and it can feel like a total burden, you’ll harness it and you’ll figure out how to use it in ways that are helpful to you and others .”  This quote hit me hard.  I spoke to my doctor about this recently and even apologized to her, because she often gave me a similar message, but it was not until I read it did I as feel validated.  I am normal, I am not petty or childish, and I am not stupid. Most days I still struggle.  Some days I can easily overcome the speed of my

Eugene Smith “Pittsburgh (Boy Hanging on Colwell & Pride St. Sign) 1955-56” I received an email this week that one of my blogs (well, email about the subject) was being displayed on another photographer’s website.  I also heard on that same guy’s podcast the letter spoken out loud in my own words as he read it to his audience and did a brief commentary on it.  A proud moment for me, for sure. Back on July 1 st of this year I wrote a post on how I started in photography and what inspired me to take it up.  That post can be found here .  Neale James, who hosts two podcasts I listen to, had recently done a podcast about ‘ The Picture That Changed My Life ’ and so I wrote him the email he read on a Friday podcast.  Every Friday Neale takes a walk while recording the audio, explaining where he is.  He walks, takes pictures and reads his audience’s emails.  He gives his insight on the story, tells a bit of history about the location he is walking and share those pictures on his site. N

Photo by: Tim Bindner Photography Today was a good day.  I didn’t know I needed this, but I did.  A country drive, a few pictures, and lunch with my good friend and my wife.  It’s the simple thing that keeps me hanging on. I had not seen my friend Mark in weeks.  I had not taken a picture in almost two months.  Mark has just returned from a six-week trip out west and asked if I wanted to go for a drive and see what we can find.  I gladly accepted. Saturday morning he arrived in his familiar yellow Jeep and we departed a bit before 8am.  Our conversation picked up right where it left off the last time we were together.  We chatted about podcasts, his trip, how I was doing, geocaching, photography and shared personal stories.  We made our way down Highway 62, through Corydon, toward Ramsey, then eventually to places like Milltown, Marengo, English, Eckerty and in and around Patoka Lake.  When either of us saw something of interest, we stopped and took a picture.  The Indiana countryside