My dad walks into my room as I'm trying to get a few assignments finished and asks me to take out the trash cans. As you can imagine (or picture vividly if you know my dad), this was not a suggestion nor was it an arguable request. My fate decided, I stall a few minutes and, hoping to make the best out of the trip, sling my not-so-sleek, heavy, film Nikon FA over my shoulder and trudge outside. The sun is low and, of course, at the perfect spot in the sky to get its rays right through the only gap in the trees and blind me. I pull out the two yard wastes, recycle, and classic trash to the curb. Before going inside I look around for something beautiful, something that Shlenker, my photo teacher, will commend me for. In a bad mood, I see nothing worth remembering. I sit on the curb and think; then, turning to the stupid trash can to my left, I raise my camera, focus, check the lighting, and, pressing gently on the little silver button, hear the satisfying open and close of my shutter.
I ended up loving the image and spent quite a bit of time making a 9x7 fiber print. Simplicity is beautiful.
john i LOVE that picture. stunning and simple. if you had a book i'd be the first to read it hands down, because i love the way you write. its very elegant. do yourself a favor and come take some pictures of TN wildlife. :)
ReplyDeletethis photo looked so awesome mounted in the window matte.
ReplyDeleter you hanging it in your house?
ps thanks a lot for telling me about your blog!
ReplyDeleteHey there my "adopted" son!!! I am here on Hunter's computer and discovered your blog in his bookmarks so decided to check it out. Can't wait to catch up. I have to say your writing is incredible and you are quite the photographer (must be the help of that teachers aide you have in your photo class!!!
ReplyDeleteSee you next week.
love, mama klein