Member-only story
Photography, Roadworks, and Yellow Lines
Lately, it’s been impossible to work on photography — except the odd cat shot, and a portrait or two. Both of which deserved more attention on my behalf.
A while a back, I mentioned in an article that I was working on a story; love and friendship. I’ve about had it, for one lifetime, that entertainment should all be about people shooting each other and hiding the body. A little of the old friendship and heartache story writing can do wonders for the soul. Make us think, enjoy, and relate more deeply to the value of love and joy in the world.
If it’s a story, there must a conflict involved.
Photography creates an urge, a need to work silently with an image. Something catches your eye, and you have to stop and investigate it.
When we feel the urge to stop and look more deeply into a composition, then there’s obviously some type of conflict happening within the mind.
You’d agree that when you take a photo you can feel tension and resolution. You look through the viewfinder, frame, see the optimal composition, gently press on the button, lose it, readjust, and so on — tension and…
