Kathy Wittman

a professional photographer and filmmaker
who lives in Boston MA
and shares stuff here.

Kathy Wittman

director of photography

I had someone describe me the other day as someone who has beautiful lenses. The first 3 sentences of introduction of me to the table had to do with the cost of my gear. She did mention that I was talented, literally as an aside. “Of course, she is very talented.’ she said. ‘But she has these prime, you have prime lenses, right?…’ I was speechless.

I’ll tell you a secret. It’s not the gear. It’s the light.


The glass is important, believe me. There is a reason those lenses are so expensive. They can take you to the next level. But I see bad photographs every day and the problem is never the gear. It’s always the light.

Get good with the gear you have. Figure out how to take a good picture with a crappy camera. Otherwise you are wasting your money.

That won’t help raise my standing with jealous amateur photographers. But it’s true.

Hey Universe! What’s up?

I just wanted to take a sec to thank you for all the challenging people you’ve been sending me! I particularly appreciate all the ones who question my voice and my right to shape the way I want my work portrayed. The last few weeks particularly.. so much second guessing! So many disapproving frowns! So many people changing my words ‘just so it flows better.’  I’ve taken it as an opportunity to sit back and reexamine how I carry myself and the way I want to be viewed, and to double check myself. Am I not clear enough in my intention? Am I not descriptive enough? Do I need help?

And I just wanted you to know that after a lot of soul searching I’ve come to the conclusion that I am not changing a damn thing.

It’s not that my voice isn’t strong or representative of me. It’s that people aren’t respecting it. And the only thing that I am going to change, is my willingness to accept that.

So thanks, you know, for making me go through that again. So great! But I’m done.

Maybe you could just start sending me people that treat me, my words, and my right to represent my art the way I choose, with respect.

That would be awesome.

Thanks!
Love, K

Northampton bike trail on a gorgeous, gorgeous day.

I am having a crisis of confidence, personally and professionally. Just a funk, a bad mood… it’s not like a depression, it will blow over. I’m not really worried.  But I’m second guessing myself, and I’m unsteady.

I don’t know if that’s what caused me to clip out on the wrong side about 18 miles in and go down in an inglorious tangle of wheels and limbs. I think it had something to do with it.

But what a different ride it was after the fall. Timid. Fearful. And uneven.

Nothing’s broken and the bike is fine. No biggie. I’m going to have a hell of bruise. I’m used to that.

Just ow. And seriously. I know how to clip out. I do it constantly. What makes me suddenly so unsure of myself?

Northampton bike trail on a gorgeous, gorgeous day.

I am having a crisis of confidence, personally and professionally. Just a funk, a bad mood… it’s not like a depression, it will blow over. I’m not really worried.  But I’m second guessing myself, and I’m unsteady.

I don’t know if that’s what caused me to clip out on the wrong side about 18 miles in and go down in an inglorious tangle of wheels and limbs. I think it had something to do with it.

But what a different ride it was after the fall. Timid. Fearful. And uneven.

Nothing’s broken and the bike is fine. No biggie. I’m going to have a hell of bruise. I’m used to that.

Just ow. And seriously. I know how to clip out. I do it constantly. What makes me suddenly so unsure of myself?

The solstice is passed and the days are getting longer. Thank god!

I like summer well enough, particularly this one. It’s full of good things, even great things. Time to relax, time to travel to the most important people. Time to catch up.

But it’s always about the fall. Long days of light are for capturing. Long evenings in the warm indoor light are for processing. for making sense of it. for making it mean something. We’re getting there.