Keeth France Photos

It was my fault. Sunday I awoke about 4 AM to a blackout. I hear electricity went about 3. Whether it was load shedding or a plant breakdown, I have no idea, and I don't really care. I am not being facetious, insensitive or downright ignorant, but when you get to be my age, you don't get caught up in trivia and the inevitable of all man made devices. The blackout caught me off guard because I had not yet recharged my camera batteries from Saturday evening's shooting of the St Kitts Nevis Anguilla Amateur Radio Society's ham radio station setup for the Scouts Jamboree On The Air in the Circus downtown Basseterre. So I elected to go bicycling at daybreak without my Canon DSLR, because electricity was off and the city would be asleep. Just as I figured it, the usual walking exercise crowd was conspicuously absent, and no traffic was on the streets. Even the usual night shift security guards who live in the rural areas were not at the bus terminal. The City was asleep. N

Today started off as any other day. Every day begins the same, but every day is a new day for all living creatures, whether they like to believe that or not. Photographically no two days in the Universe are ever alike, no matter how hard we try to sync them. An image missed is irretrievable, even if you had a time machine to make another run. I am of the view that even with a time machine you would still not capture the missed image, because destiny cannot be altered. What is for you for you and what is not for you, just forget it. There are students who believe that you are the control for your own destiny, but I am not debating them, because I expect that they never get sick, miss an appointment or an opportunity ... but then again maybe they add that 'anomaly' to establish some real world living like the rest of us. I guess we will never know. Today I picked up where I left off some years ago. It has been so long ago that I can't recall the timeline. It was in the days

Since I joined the Facebook community I have taken to viewing pictures almost every day. Facebook pictures fall into just two categories, namely those created by 'photographers' and those taken by everyone else. Just so that we are on the same page this is the definition for a photographer  , to wit, one who practices photography professionally. Colloquially, we refer to anyone with a camera as a  photographer, and usually find other adjectives to qualify their status. There is no doubt that given the imaging technology on the desktop today, the demarcation between levels of photographers, in relation to their status, is rather unclear if not non existent. Some folks can argue that this will never happen, and I could agree with that, until such time as the body that make the pronouncements, buckle under the global pressure and rewrite the definitions. Everything on this planet is managed by a body of humans who determine what is what, and sometimes even who is who. Of course

Hail another Saturday, but surely not the same old, same old, because nothing for today in any way resembles any other day that we have ever experienced or will ever experience. The only thing in common is the name of the week day and its prescription bears no resemblance to any of the other fifty in 2009. Today we look forward to a whole new set of photo experiences, Every day you can look at a particular scene and it always seems to look the same, but the day you elect to photograph that scene, something 'strange' happens to it, and it looks different every time you compose and create an image from it. Maybe it has to do with our creative genius and that "next step beyond" that some of us take when we get into the photo shooting mode. I may be wrong in assuming that every photographer gets into that ESP mode, where you just get lost, or more like immersed in the shooting and image making, and when you review the images you sometimes wonder, 'who did this, I do