the point is.....

pinkness

on a style

I'm not sure if I have yet developed a 'style' that is recognizable by others. I do think that style is irrelevant of subject matter, although one's expertise may be stronger in one area than another. There are styles pertaining to a classification, landscapes or portraits for example, but that is not the same as a personal style. If two (or more!) photographers shoot the same subject, technical knowledge notwithstanding (we assume each will get focus, composition and lighting), the resulting images should differ with regards to their individual styles.

What I do know, is that there is a moment when I open an image file or view it in-camera, when I realize whether or not the photo has what I believe is my signature. I can't define it and certainly not every photo that comes out of my camera has it, which is frustrating. As long as it happens more often than not, I'm satisfied.

sunset

wait until sunset....
to decide
to breathe

inspiration

Photographic technique is no secret and – provided the interest is there – easily assimilated. But inspiration comes from the soul and when the Muse isn’t around even the best exposure meter is very little help. In their biographies, artists like Michelangelo, da Vinci and Bach said that their most valuable technique was their ability to inspire themselves. This is true of all artists; the moment there is something to say, there becomes a way to say it. -Ralph Gibson

tagged

out

quiet

before and after

I've been dabbling in super-saturated color lately. Not sure why, it just appeals to me at the moment. Maybe the pendulum is swinging as far from black & white as you can get; although I would counter that the contrast is still there. Maybe it's the end of summer and I expect Autumn to bring riotous color before the drabness of winter sets in and I'm storing up the chroma for those dreary months. ;-)

Whatever the reason, it makes me "ooooh and ahhhhh" - for now.

solo

one shot

Black sky: clearer than blue... more pure than white.

fences

All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken. Thomas Wolfe

every which way

untitled?

Actually, no. The original title was "White Shoulder, Black Tulle". Not very clever, I know. I think that's one reason I've stopped giving titles to my photos and only occasionally add a word or two as a description.

P.S. Re: yesterday's post.. I had been in bed all day with a migraine.

had a headache

..... finally got rid of it

survivor