Keeth France Photos

My self-assignments have materialized and a few of the images that were created are posted across my Facebook photo albums. I am surprised at the response or maybe more precisely  I should say, I am flabbergasted by the reaction of some the Facebook friends to the images displayed in the albums. It is not the content but the color of the content. Thank you all for the complements, I am truly appreciative. Is something wrong in the world of color photography? My world of color photography? My viewers world of color photography? Not being disrespectful of anyone, but some of our worlds of color photography could be lacking the "vivid". I am aware that a fair percentage of the world population which would also be representative on Facebook, has no inkling of photography, but given the association and the pressure that Facebook presents, they are forced to jump on the Facebook train so as not to be left behind. So they may acquire the economical computer package, with printer a...

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 c...

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...

The British Airways eta was 15.35 but around 15.15 I took a glance at the western horizon, just in case, and lo and behold, there was the Iron Bird on final with a few  hundred meters to touch down, but I was ready this time, and managed to squeeze off 20 frames in the few seconds afforded. With the motor drive high you just pan with the action and let it rip. I am rather pleased with the additional images captured, but I still need to get another 20 images from over Government House, so the action continues next week Saturday, DV. It is sometimes humorous how photographers take hundreds of images to get just one. That was the first thing that I learned more than 45 years ago, and back then it was done with film, but let us not think about the cost, because today with the comparatively FREE digital film, I find it more than humorous that some photographers feel they can get the perfect shot in five or six. But they know what science they are working with so who am I to ...

My photo self assignment continues today and I believe that I will finally have my way. Almost two months ago I decided to create images of the British Airways jetliner on approach to the Robert Llewellyn Bradshaw International Airport, from my second floor veranda which faces North and runs perpendicular to the approach path, some 800 meters away or less. The British Airways flight from Britain to St Kitts is only on Saturday afternoon. I have not been able to capture the images I need over the last six or seven weeks, mainly because I have not been "in the right place and the right time" to effect the capture. When you are 'cooping' a jetliner that is passing a half mile away, across your sights at about 275 miles per hour, you may only have 5 seconds,  if so much, to get the shots, so you have to be awake, alert, and ready for the action. Last Saturday afternoon I was on the gallery waiting, but talking to family members and friends, so when I heard the jetline...