I am starting to think I have a thing for trees in cities, I may have to explore that…
I’ve been staring at this photo for the past twenty minutes, waiting for the words, inspiration, motivation, just anything to help me write something down. It’s not been a solid twenty minutes, I did have a look through my work thinking another photo might help but, as I am so fickle, nothing would do. Is fickle the right word? I’d google it but that I would then be lost to the internet for god knows how long, hard enough concentrating as it is, I have Castle on the telly – I like the early series. It’s fun and, *SPOILER ALERT* Castle and Beckett have yet to get together so it’s all still fairly fresh. They’re currently investigating the murder of an actor who was stripping so he could continue his acting career. Poor Derek but I have no doubt that Castle and Beckett will get him and his family justice – and I have just returned from my infusion at the hospital so, along with a short attention span, my mind is a little foggy. This combination gives no incentive to my creative juices nor does it encourage any kind of catalyst for my muse. I used a thesaurus for a lot of that sentence. I used a spell checker to make sure thesaurus was spelt correct. Stimulus, stimulation, motivation, motivating force, encouragement, influence, goad, spur, lift, boost, incitement, were all considered for the parts of incentive, catalyst and muse. Castle has now finished, and my shoulders are starting to ache. I’ve not idea if is a placebo-side-effect or if it means rain is coming but as the feelings increasing I better steer the conversation back to the photo.
It was the first constantly bright day I had seen in a long time. I had become used to the hazy grey days with only the pipe dream of sunshine in my life, I make my life sound so melancholy sometimes or at the very least like a moping teenagers. It’s not, I am actually fairly content. I just like dramatic effect. On lunch, I grabbed my camera and ran around like a lunatic, going snap crazy with a madding, cheesy, cheshire-esk grin on my face. I always look like I am up to something. I am sure it is why I get stopped at airports or can’t check out library books. I was zigging and zagging, squatting and standing – mainly standing – and using a mix of eye level and hip shot shooting. It was very satisfying and rejuvenating, I genuinely feel refreshed after a spot of photography.
I worked in a both black and colour, whatever I felt fitted the scene at that point in time.
As soon as I saw the sprawling branches on the vertical wooden slats I knew exactly how I wanted the photo to look. The composition on this image is fairly simple and I think it works because of that. The ever straight, the very practical lines of the slats in contrast to the rarely perfectly straight, very organic branches I liked and knew I wanted that to be front and center, it was just a case of finding out where and in what direction I wanted the person. On this occasion it took five tries, this is the third. Works for me.
Editing was a simple process. I heightened the vibrancy, the contrast and then burned the top shadow to make it as dark as possible. That’s it. Simple.
Always feels like the post shortens towards the end, it’s an attention span thing, I’m sure I’ve mentioned it before. This time however I am done. One eye shut barely able to sentence type done. Nap I think, purely for recovery, not cause I’m knockn’ on thirty. Forgive me, I only got part way through the re-read so some of the post maybe a little sketchy.
All thoughts and comments are welcome.