I was down at the river, walking a friend's dog (dogsitting for a week), and pulled out my camera to take a few shots of this old railroad bridge. It was built at the turn of the century, and only the main span across the river is new.
Anyway, I walked up under one of the abutments and saw some trash and sticks and such. This one very rounded, smooth, egg shaped, very white rock was just sitting there.
I often think about the funky places and scenery in life, and what it is, exactly, that makes certain things we see appear beautiful and others seem ugly.
Even in the mountains, the view of one mountain can evoke very stong emotions, yet another not so spectacular mountain goes unnoticed.
I like to try to find and capture beauty where it's least expected. I think I got it this time.
Yes, much in the way of great photography is being in the right place at the right time, with a camera, regardless of skill, knowledge or experience.
Plus, there have been times for me (a tree caked with rime ice - the rays of the morning sun glistening through the ice crystals comes to mind), when I am there at that moment, with camera in hand, witness to something beautiful, but frustrated that I cannot capture it - now matter how hard I try.
Not so much insufficient skill, but some things the human eye/brain can discern, are near impossible to capture on film/pixels, e.g., what I see, is not what I see in the resulting photo...particularly with the nuances of light and reflection...highlights and shadows...and perspective as well...
And conversely, sometimes things we do not see at first (in real time in the real place), are then glaringly obvious in the final photo...a good example is the reflection of light in a subject's eye...
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GREAT shot, Alex.
Thanks johanna...
I was down at the river, walking a friend's dog (dogsitting for a week), and pulled out my camera to take a few shots of this old railroad bridge. It was built at the turn of the century, and only the main span across the river is new.
Anyway, I walked up under one of the abutments and saw some trash and sticks and such. This one very rounded, smooth, egg shaped, very white rock was just sitting there.
I often think about the funky places and scenery in life, and what it is, exactly, that makes certain things we see appear beautiful and others seem ugly.
Even in the mountains, the view of one mountain can evoke very stong emotions, yet another not so spectacular mountain goes unnoticed.
I like to try to find and capture beauty where it's least expected. I think I got it this time.
I prefer "found" shots to choreographed ones as well, Alex. The latter is also an art, and the former is all about luck :-)
Yes, much in the way of great photography is being in the right place at the right time, with a camera, regardless of skill, knowledge or experience.
Plus, there have been times for me (a tree caked with rime ice - the rays of the morning sun glistening through the ice crystals comes to mind), when I am there at that moment, with camera in hand, witness to something beautiful, but frustrated that I cannot capture it - now matter how hard I try.
I sure know what you mean, Alex. Right time, right place, camera in hand, insufficient skill....
Not so much insufficient skill, but some things the human eye/brain can discern, are near impossible to capture on film/pixels, e.g., what I see, is not what I see in the resulting photo...particularly with the nuances of light and reflection...highlights and shadows...and perspective as well...
And conversely, sometimes things we do not see at first (in real time in the real place), are then glaringly obvious in the final photo...a good example is the reflection of light in a subject's eye...
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