Unlike yesterday’s picture, this one is real. It was made on black and white film, printed and eventually scanned. Then, I tinkered with it. Why this change from spring flowers? Simple. Until my back heals properly, I’m a little house bound. It’s not as bad as you might think. It is painful as it could be. But, it will heal. Eventually. Some day. I have to bone spurs on my lower spine. Bone spurs are not a problem in and of themselves. They are just extra bone growth usually brought on by wear and tear. The problem occurs when they touch nerves, muscles and other tissues. Doing the stretches that I do, is one way of preventing that. I haven’t felt like this in the seven years since the problem was originally diagnosed. Bouncing around on Super Sunday caused the issue. But. I didn’t realize it at the time, or even until a day or two ago while I was treating it as if it was hip related. It’s not. Now that I understand the problem, I’m using RICE, pain meds and …
Direction changed. Slightly. This work is opportunistic. I go to the picture. Or, where the dog leads me. For those of you who are a little new to Storyteller, I post something called, “What the dog saw.” The series has no schedule. I just add to it when she finds a picture. She found this one. So. Here’s what I didn’t do. I didn’t over saturate the color. I didn’t add much in post production. And, I didn’t use a camera. Once I was amazed by the process. Smart phone. Snapseed. WordPress. Now, I think the whole thing is overused. Snap a shot, mess with it and immediately post it on some social media. Usually Instagram. Sorry to say this, but that’s not a photograph. That’s a snapshot. I’m going old school on this one. A photograph, no matter what technology used, is printed on paper. That’s it.
“All art is autobiographical.” “All meaning is made by the viewer.” This little project may come to a quicker end than I originally thought. Because. I have no idea what this means to me. I’m fairly certain that it’s not autobiographical. It’s a little peaceful. Neither my work or I, thrive on a steady diet of this. I’ll work toward building a little portfolio of this gentle style, but it’ll have to be dovetailed with other work. Personal or professional. Even with this picture, I did a little tinkering. Not so much that you can tell. But, the first two images of the series just looked too muted to my eye. So, I brightened things up. Just a bit. Oh yeah. I’m awake way too early.
Unlike other regions of the country, we in Southeast Louisiana are into our second phase of new spring blooms. Some flowers have bloomed, flowered, died and now look like typical summer foliage. This has been going on since mid-January. We only had about four days of winter cold. We’ve already had many low 80 degree days. I can hardly wait for summer. We expect a fairly wet rainy season because already the gulf waters are freakishly hot. I remember the last time gulf waters were hot. I’m not going there.
Spring is about change. Rebirth. Change. Maybe. All I know is that I’m going to make some changes. Some to me. Some to my shooting style. At least for what I am loosely calling the spring series. As you know, my general style is bright, high color, contrasty and fairly graphic. When I photograph something like flowers, I usually frame them very tightly. Then I work them in post production. That’s what I started out doing with this first spring series. Something happened. The wind blew and I moved to keep up with the picture and I found this kind of strange crop. I don’t normally chimp, but I wanted to see if the picture I thought I made was really the picture I made. It was. It is more about the space in between than the flower, itself. Aha. Something a little different for me. I set out to TRY to make more of them. I failed way more than I succeeded, but so it goes. I’m staying off the streets for physical reasons. But, …
Dawn. Day Break. Sunrise. What else is there to add? Except, enjoy your day. Whatever time, and where you are in the world, you happen to see this post.
Change. In the air. Spring came. Leaves fell. Seed pods fell. Pollen escaped from the pods. Allergies blew up. It’s bad. Real bad. Everybody is walking around sneezing, sniffling and coughing. Then the stuffy head stupids arrived. Nothing helps. We hope for rain. It’s due later today. Maybe it will knock down the seed pods and clean the pollen out of the air. Or not. The picture. It was made on a dog walk. Post production made it what you see. The color isn’t additive. It’s subtractive.