Often, I like to look at art that isn’t a photograph for inspiration. You know, like a painting. Or, drawing, or, even something more three-dimensional like sculpture. Make no mistake. I can’t do any of those arts. But, they give me new and fresh ideas. They influence my work. Often, it shows up immediately. Mostly, it just gets mixed in with everything else. It pops out when I least expect it.
When I photographed this rose I had a pretty good idea of what the end result could be. What it should be. If I worked it well. I’ve made macro pictures of all sorts of flowers in the past. It was different this time. I saw it as a finished piece. A piece drawn with charcoals or pastels. Maybe pencils.
From the moment I started framing the scene, I followed my emerging vision. The cool thing was that I made three pictures. That’s it. I was done when I was done. Quickly. The rest was done in post production. I sort of worked in a straight line. Not so much tinkering and fiddling this time.
No photographer’s luck this time.
This time. This one time. For the rest of May it will be. Luck.