K. Alton Spencer, Jr
Life is fast.
It should be slower.
Photography - my kind of photography, at least - is slow. And that’s the largest measure of its appeal. In
the midst of the hustle, something seizes my attention: a rose, a reflection, a waterfall, a snow-covered
mountain, a hand. Why? What is it about it that is remarkable? What is there to see? What stirred an emotion?
It may not be readily apparent. The camera is clarifying. I move around the scene or the subject, higher,
lower, closer, closer still. Change lenses. Change again. I’ve never seen a rose in this way before. Mount
the camera on the tripod. Focus. Select aperture and shutter speed. Scrutinize the edges for distractions. Click. Dig out the reflector. Change settings. Click. Dig out the diffuser. Change settings. Click. Dig out the polarizer. Change settings. Click. Back away. A different angle. Lying on the ground. Reset the tripod and camera. Click...
An hour has passed. I’ve been living in the moment. And I’ve come to know the yellow rose. To capture the essence of that rose is the essence of my photography. Concentration is required, attention to detail, sensitivity, passion, a dedication to technical aspects of the craft. And an interlude of time.
We are all pulled along at the speed of life. Photography slows my pace.
I came late to Maine in 1977. Grew up in Manchester, CT. Clark University grad. USAF pilot.
Commercial banker. Logger. Sawmill owner/operator. CEO of a real estate appraisal firm since
1986. Golfer. Snowshoer. Reader. Photographer, Pickleballer. Joyously married to Martha since
1968. Two almost perfect daughters with families. I like piano jazz, the ocean, conversation,
common sense, bourbon, honesty, strong fiction, intelligent humor, old friends, early mornings. (I'm telling you these things because Randy said I should.)