every photograph has a story
Dear Friend,
I’ve been thinking a lot about pictures lately. I love to take pictures...just not of people. For some reason people clutter up the beauty in a photograph in my mind (now I do understand that there are exceptions to this thought and so I am not speaking of all photographs).
But have you ever noticed that once you take a picture life goes back to normal?
What I mean by that is there is always someone who is pulling the people together for the photograph (what does this person ever do with all those pictures anyways??) and so either by force or by their will people cram together…only to wait for the count down…1…2…(then everyone smiles)…3…and the picture is captured. And once we see the flash or the camera is moved in a downward motion the smiles on our faces tend to go away. Not because we aren’t happy but rather we are done posing. I wonder when ‘the smile’ became the norm for a picture pose. Remember those old pictures you see of people, the black and white ones, who have this straight face while they are being photographed? Those pictures are kind of scary because the whole family will be standing next to each other all crammed together and all their faces have that same straight face to them. Do you ever wonder if when the picture was done being taken they all immediately started laughing at the fact that they had to stand still for so long and not smile??
Anyways…I love photography. The nature kind...you know the one without people..
I became aware of this like 4 years ago. I was on a trip and I had my camera with me and it just so happened that the sun was calling it a day. Off into the distance there was this boat that was crossing the horizon and because the sun was behind the boat it made the boat appear to be black like a silhouette or a shadow. I remember looking around to see if anyone else could see what I was looking at (but of course not, they were all taking pictures of each other instead!) and I remember thinking how beautiful this scene looked right in front of me.
I had my camera around my neck so that if anyone were wondering who the tourist was they wouldn’t have any trouble guessing.
And so I picked up my camera and pointed it toward this silhouette riding above the ocean.
I captured it…and the rest is history…
I get really mad at myself because I lost that picture and I have no way of recovering it. But I guess not every picture is meant to be shared. Some are just left for me to remember. It’s funny because every time I think about that picture the sun gets brighter, the colors in the sky that sunset become more vibrant, and the sailboat seems to transcend water.
So I want to share my passion with you…I may not be the best…but that’s okay. I love it nevertheless. (everyphotographhasastory.blogspot.com or see links at the top of this blog)
Every photograph has a story…and stories are meant to be told…
heart.soul.mind.
kyle diroberts
I’ve been thinking a lot about pictures lately. I love to take pictures...just not of people. For some reason people clutter up the beauty in a photograph in my mind (now I do understand that there are exceptions to this thought and so I am not speaking of all photographs).
But have you ever noticed that once you take a picture life goes back to normal?
What I mean by that is there is always someone who is pulling the people together for the photograph (what does this person ever do with all those pictures anyways??) and so either by force or by their will people cram together…only to wait for the count down…1…2…(then everyone smiles)…3…and the picture is captured. And once we see the flash or the camera is moved in a downward motion the smiles on our faces tend to go away. Not because we aren’t happy but rather we are done posing. I wonder when ‘the smile’ became the norm for a picture pose. Remember those old pictures you see of people, the black and white ones, who have this straight face while they are being photographed? Those pictures are kind of scary because the whole family will be standing next to each other all crammed together and all their faces have that same straight face to them. Do you ever wonder if when the picture was done being taken they all immediately started laughing at the fact that they had to stand still for so long and not smile??
Anyways…I love photography. The nature kind...you know the one without people..
I became aware of this like 4 years ago. I was on a trip and I had my camera with me and it just so happened that the sun was calling it a day. Off into the distance there was this boat that was crossing the horizon and because the sun was behind the boat it made the boat appear to be black like a silhouette or a shadow. I remember looking around to see if anyone else could see what I was looking at (but of course not, they were all taking pictures of each other instead!) and I remember thinking how beautiful this scene looked right in front of me.
I had my camera around my neck so that if anyone were wondering who the tourist was they wouldn’t have any trouble guessing.
And so I picked up my camera and pointed it toward this silhouette riding above the ocean.
I captured it…and the rest is history…
I get really mad at myself because I lost that picture and I have no way of recovering it. But I guess not every picture is meant to be shared. Some are just left for me to remember. It’s funny because every time I think about that picture the sun gets brighter, the colors in the sky that sunset become more vibrant, and the sailboat seems to transcend water.
So I want to share my passion with you…I may not be the best…but that’s okay. I love it nevertheless. (everyphotographhasastory.blogspot.com or see links at the top of this blog)
Every photograph has a story…and stories are meant to be told…
heart.soul.mind.
kyle diroberts
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