I went out shooting this morning with the temperature forecasted to rocket into the high twenties. Fahrenheit. I almost didn't go out, but images don't make themselves. Get out there.
From Richard Thompson's most excellent strip, Cul de Sac.
Every time I run out of things to photograph - or at least I think I have - I never ask anyone else. You seldom get what you want - or think you want.
One difficulty of living in the Wired World is trying to stay warm and still have functional ready access to all your touch-screen gizmos. A standard pair of warm gloves is as useful with an iPhone or iPad as a padlock is with a kitten. (Sorry, I don't know where that came from.)
Anyway, you need gloves that you can use with your portable devices, and that means gloves that have a way of transmitting your skin's conductivity to the said device's screen.
Here you go, sport. Swypegloves have electrically conductive fingerpads that let you type, text, swipe and carry on as though your little fingers were buck-naked. No, really.
So now you can text while you ice-skate, ring that bell for the Salvation Army or almost anything else that would have formerly frozen your digits off. Stuff someone's stocking with these. You'll be a popular Santa for sure.
Dan Winters is an example of how to do things right. His work encompasses portraiture, editorial, industrial and reportage. Never does he fall into his own trap of creating a signature style, but his work still is plainly his, and done at a level that most photographers will never come to close to achieving.
You may never have the pleasure of photography Sandra Bullock in Fiji, but if you can develop even a small part of Winters' ability to relate to his subjects, you will zoom past all of your contemporaries and become a force to be reckoned with as a photographer.
See his work here.
So what do you do when the weather goes into the dumpster? Sit around the house, wishing you were shooting? Or do you challenge yourself to create under less than ideal conditions? Grab a couple of plastic bags and get outside. You won't melt.
If you lived someplace with less-perfect weather than where you live now, what would you do? This bus queue in Glasgow is the perfect example. I stood on the steps of my hotel on Bath Street and found a slice of life worth noting. Parenthetically, a word about civility. I watched this queue for more than a half-hour. Buses came and went during rush hour, a couple of them were full. There was no pushing or shoving, no foul language, no crowding in line. Were they happy to be standing in a line in the rain? Probably not, but they realize that they aren't the center of the universe, and another bus will come in a few minutes.
Same with the weather. We walked the streets of Glasgow in the rain, from Queen Street Station to the Cathedral and the Necropolis. Eventually the rain moves on, and sometimes the sun comes out. If it doesn't, so much the better. Cloudy days are beautiful for photography - nature's softbox. make the best of it.