Today, I realized I don’t have the right words. And that’s okay. Because I’m going to let the pictures speak for me, on the most part. A picture is worth 1,000 words, right? (Wrong, because then this post would be the length of a small novel.)
Today, when I picked up my camera and decided to take some photographs, I didn’t know a lot of the things about myself I knew afterwards. (Okay, wow, that’s really cheesy.) And maybe it’s only partially true. But there’s a lot of negativity in this world, and until after I took these photographs, I didn’t realize my photography actually might be worth something. That maybe it is it’s own reality.
While I was shooting, I realized I really, really like close-ups, of everything. I like seeing the small details, the texture. And I look at the bigger picture–maybe some turned-over boots and a dog lying in the dirt and an old barbecue we never use–and I zoom in, and take that one small flower. I like detail, yes. And that does say something about me. But maybe it’s more than that. Maybe by zooming in, I can find some beauty, some quirk, some blatant individuality, out of a landscape of plainness. I’m really all about words in the end, and zooming in helps me see the character’s story. It’s just a theory, of course. But maybe the fact that I came up with this theory at all says a lot about me.
Sometimes, I feel like society is delivering the message that we suck. Ultimately, I shoot from my heart, and maybe that’s all that matters. If I can give my black-and-white words life and color, why should it be so hard for me to give my photographs a mouth?
What do you see in my photography, and what does that say about you?
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