True to my style I will try to do something new photographically on subsequent visits to a well explored location. While not technically a new technique for me, I decided to work on some infrared photography, particularly in the Hasselblad. It has been a while since I have done much infrared and even longer since I have done much in 120. And I believe I could count the number of rolls of infrared I had shot in 120 on one hand. So that was the direction I went in.
On a related note, this will not be the last infrared you see from me this year but the odds are decent that the next images you see will be in full colour. But that is all the tease I am giving you for now.
Over the years I have noticed a trend in my photography. To be fair, I notice many trends. It is sort of how I work: I make photos over a long span of time then see where the pictures settle and read them like tea leaves. It gives me a perspective on what I am doing that I don’t have while I am out doing it. But I digress. It is a lot about feeling, mood, perspective or whatever other abstract ideas you want to associate with what guides us through the creative process. I tend to be more in a black and white mood, for lack of better words. I love the simplicity of black and white. It pares the world down a bit to more essential elements. It makes things a bit simpler, a bit quieter… in a way. And that is a big part of what is driving me. I appreciate that simpler rendering.
I think part of it is also the timeless nature of b&w film/images. Colour is date able, by which I mean, you can generally tell when a colour image is made by its palette. The colour films of the 1970s look like the 1970s, just as the colour palettes of today’s images have a distinct look that is temporally anchored. Black and white eschews this dating to some degree. And I appreciate this too. That I am more easily able to make an image that is not anchored to a particular time, because sometimes the image I am making is not about a specific time at all, and if that is the case I don’t want that association to be baked into the photo. If that makes sense. But I do just like the concept of time as this slippery, amorphous, crazy notion of a thing and so if there is a way to set it aside just a bit, to make a photo that isn’t necessarily of a certain place at a certain time but perhaps somewhere sometime, then I enjoy doing that as well.
So there it is, just some of my thoughts hammered out in a bit of a stream-of-consciousness manner.
One of those times when an image is so much more proficient than words at communicating my thoughts.
Shadows on rock
Head above water
The pull of the unknown
Huelgoat December 2018
When the soul lies down in that forest the world is too busy to talk about
Part of that wonderful bit of Brittany coastline known as Pink Granite Coat. Every time I stop anywhere along this stretch of coast I think, this is my favourite spot. So if you ask me my favourite part of this coastline, take any answer I give you with a large grain of (sea) salt.
I think the images say all I want to say
Give me the open road, a deserted building, the hypnotic motion of the ocean or the whispering rustle of the wind in the trees to the sound of talking heads and news politicos any day.
The day we have been waiting for. Today we had an appointment with the Notaire and signed for our new home in France. Happy…..you bet I am.
My papers arrived, stamped and complete. All previous dispatches are obsolete. The New Life Starts here.
And then we went to the coast to celebrate.