Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Friday, January 27, 2006
This is proof beyond a shadow of a doubt that I do not always see what I often look at. I submit that the frequency at which I am exposed to any given scene is inversely proportionate to the frequency of perception.
I found this little composition on my way to work this morning. I pass it every day.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
I have long been drawn to photograph windows. They are like an art medium. They offer a composition every time we look through them. In many ways they are invisible, being more a utility than an object.
I imagine those old windows looking back at us as we gaze through them. I sometimes wonder what stories they could tell about the people who've, over the years, used their facility to frame a narrow reality in their world. They are like an old abandoned house whose walls, if they could talk, would tell us wonderful, terrible stories.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Backlighting is often the photographer's enemy. There are occasions when it transforms the most mundane scenes into a fresh view. I like the the way this old grease gun seems to push against the frame of the picture as though it is locked in a life and death struggle.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Photography is also about composition. Cropping is an integral part of the process of composing. As I walked to my car this morning this decoration which adorns our old garage caught my eye. There were several compositions possible in all that I saw but today I just snapped these little metal stars at the top of a rusty baker's rack leaning against the brick wall of our ancient old garage.
I shot these stars on the fly,taking only a picture of the "thing" I admired. I couldn't find the appeal in it when I reviewed the shot until I found the "crop" which made the composition.
Monday, January 23, 2006
For me, photography is all about light. Often the subject of a photograph may be mundane but never the light which shines upon it.
Most often, the sun is the greatest light source in my photographs, particularly in the early morning or evening. But I also have a fascination with my familiar old daytime world when it is transformed into its nighttime version. It is like a parallel universe.