Travel safely through the New Year.
Travel safely through the New Year.
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.
Two points on this one. First, I do believe this is one of my favourite trees images. Second, early mornings can be so rewarding.
Thinking about my next visit to Barcelona and where should I visit?
I dislike being a tourist; don’t like sightseeing popular/famous/fashionable places, traipsing around with other foreigners.
I like wildness, oldness, natural places, authentic life.
Different is unique it’s not a weakness.
Pain is on the way out
And I want to find what can’t be found
Been up since the break of dawn
Lost my mind today
I am at the sea and I can hear trains
Winds of change so new
Blowin’ right through me
And pull me into the light
One thing I appreciate about photography is how it teaches me to value even the seemingly mundane moments of the day. I pulled up into this spot at the end of a long drive, just before the sun sank below the waterline. It was casting some wonderful, long light and, I made a point to take about three minutes to stand and make a couple of photographs before I set off onto the beach.
It only took about ten minutes to get organised, but in that ten minute span the light left. It made me thankful I had taken the few minutes to enjoy it while I had it. Light in the hand is definitely worth more than light ten minutes later. At least this time it was. This is a lesson I constantly remind myself of, to take advantage and to value the light I am in at that moment, to not pass it by or figure I can get it later because it might not be there later. Light and time are both fleeting and both finite. Making photos always helps me remember that.
My excitement I guess comes from how I experience moments like this and this isn’t the first case where these feelings have expressed themselves.
The road is before us
It is safe—my own feet have tried it —be not detained
Let the book on the shelf unopened
Let the money remain unearned
When no-one is around
The truth is fleeting
Your dream absolve
The path dissolve
I have found it helpful at any given moment to know who I am, not to speak of where I am.
Trees to me are the past, present and future all woven together in one place.
What is past is past.
We can look over our shoulders and catch glimpses of it.
We can carry memories ahead with us.
We take certain forks and branches based on decisions from back there… but it is still all behind us.
The future is up ahead, around that bend, out of sight… which ironically is what makes it both so exciting and at times terrifying.
Not knowing what is out there, waiting, what chance occurrences or tragedies awaits, occupies my mind and imagination way more than it should.
And then there is the present, where I find myself standing, the only time that really matters, in a sense, because it is the only time I really have.
The Language of Photography is very much about celebrating the present.
1000 year old Olive Tree
You cannot photograph the past (can you) or the future (not yet anyway). And my favourite images come from being in that present moment. The future will wait for me, it is right up there, the past I keep preserved in memory and photo, but I would gladly trade either to stand here a while longer in the company of trees.
They Danced Alone
My Gift Of Silence
Photography is a language, it is a form of communication, you – the photographer – have a message to impart to an audience (and the surest way to fail at this is to disagree with this idea). And as with any form of communication, the best ways to learn it are to use it and to experience it. I am a big believer in learning photography by seeing photography. I look at Photography books on a daily basis, I even spend a bit of time looking at photos on the internet though I do this very selectively and it is far from my favourite method of enjoyment.
Nothing comes from nothing.
Inspiration is gleaned in bits and pieces every day from the things we read and hear and experience and see. And it stands to good reason that the more you read and hear and experience and see, the more you can create, the more you can think of to say and communicate.