Eyecatchers: “Bad” Photos By Good Photographers

Here’s a fun diversion!

The Guardian has a short but fascinating slideshow up today, consisting of selected photos from noted photographers, who’d been asked to talk about what they considered to be their worst shot.

Now, naturally, since these are VERY good photographers, their “worst” shots are still, in most cases, very good photographs, and sometimes the explanation they give has more to do with the subtext surrounding the subject, rather than anything technical about the shot itself.

Anyway, I love reading about the creative process behind works that don’t immediately, by themselves, tell the whole story.

Here’s my favorite shot of the bunch (But you’ll have to click on the link above to find out why it’s considered “bad” :-)):

R.I.P. Earl Scruggs

It’s always sad for me when people of legendary talents pass away, especially when it’s someone who had a talent doing something that I happen to dabble in.

Thus, as a musician, because I deeply revere the masters of the art, I experience their loss acutely, almost as if the person was someone I knew, and it feels like I did really know them on some level, because they ultimately shared so much of themselves in their music.

And so it was this morning as I learned of the passing of Bluegrass music legend Earl Scruggs.

There are many items in the news today on this great banjo innovator and virtuoso, so I won’t go into details of his career here, except to say that he developed what became the quintessential Bluegrass banjo style that so many players after him adopted. Bluegrass is practically synonymous with the Scruggs-style three-finger rolling picking technique. (I would highly recommend a moving tribute to Earl that Steve Martin wrote in New Yorker earlier this year, a love letter to a man who deeply inspired him and with whom he was eventually fortunate enough to have played with and befriended.)

For me, I’ll always think of Earl Scruggs in the context of the great fortune I’ve had to make music over the years with a dear friend who plays the banjo, and even though she plays the older clawhammer style, she was the gateway for my learning of the banjo in general.

And now, without further ado, Earl’s signature tune, humbly (chuckle) named Earl Scruggs Breakdown: