I went on a photographic walk-about this afternoon in a place that might best be described as Nowhere, CO. Except that once I opened my eyes I saw that this place, like all places, really, was definitely somehwere. I just had to get past the superficial optics of a new suburban subdivision many miles from anywhere with a large section that was abandoned before any little boxes made of ticky tacky could actually get constructed. This is the Land of Foreclosure, the United States of Bust, the locus of the American Nightmare. Superficially, it was a scene so cliché that there was even a bobbing petroleum pump jack, with fully and partially finished ticky tacky behind it tempting me to pretend that I could do better than Robert Adams. Instead, I dropped to my knees. This was the result.
went stomping around in the woods yesterday. it’s so immense. hard to find things to capture. i found this pair of tree trunks … a show of dark and light, with a strange sense of motion. i need to remember that looking at the whole can be debilitating. find something smaller that makes sense.
My intent was just to capture the translucent orange of the poppy – only later did I see creases that marred the petal. Then I really liked the image – that natural process gave the blossom a well loved quality – as if it had been folded and tucked in a pocket for good luck. Perfection is overrated.
This guy did a lot of hunting in the afternoons on the lake. Caught him here between courses.
…the kite at upper right is what the photo is all about … the idea that we do things in life that people see, but never see the connection to ourselves. the people in the center were a perfect addition to the composition to hold it together.
I’ve been looking hard at the shots I got from my Gunnison outing last month. In doing so I find I’m learning a lot about not only the technical differences in black and white vs. color, but also the differences in the stories the two approaches tell. All part of trying to learn not only about photography, but who I am as a novice shooter, as well. So, that said, here are two takes on a landscape I shot. They’re very different pictures to be the same picture, aren’t they?