I recently had the opportunity to wander around downtown Pittsburgh early in the morning with my baby and a camera slung around my neck.
I may have mentioned this before, but I actually have no idea how to use a camera. I just try to find something interesting and aim, point and shoot. I am an Irish Catholic, so (like most things) this makes me feel guilty. I have hazy memories of my Dad with his big professional camera case, fitting and adjusting lenses and talking about the importance of understanding how the camera worked. Dad took pictures as part of his work as a journalist. He often set up the shot and then let one of the kids take it, giving us credit and ten bucks when it was printed. I gained the confidence to wade in and shoot, but no real understanding of what the camera in my hands is doing. I tend to trust the subject to do the work for me.
Luckily for me, downtown Pittsburgh in the morning is pretty photogenic. I like the just barely gilded effect of the wedding cake of a building in the background, here:
The steam rising from the street…
and the sense that you can almost turn a corner into the past. It feels like you could sit down in this cafe and be transported to another era.
One where services at the church around the corner were quite literally set in stone.
They are tiny and human sized, set against stone spires and grandeur and glory.
Pittsburgh is beautiful in the morning.