Almost in Estcourt

Sometimes what is wrong with a photograph is what is right with it. Normally, I obsess over angles and geometry. I’m the type of person who walks into a room and immediately dissects it for shape and line. This started as a kid – when bored in class I would try to think up different angles on the walls where I could bounce a fictitious ball and make it come back to me. Though I didn’t consider it then, I was simply triangulating my position to corners and anchor points around me, naturally composing structure of elements. To this day I constantly do this. Some people search for the exit when they walk into a room; I see patterns and lines that shape themselves to me, against me or between each other.

How does this apply to the photo I’m showing today? It doesn’t. Well, it always does, but most of that structure is lost on this particular photo. I was disappointed, because my shutter button didn’t fire at the moment I wanted. I missed the shot I saw in my mind. Passing, though, the man was still of central interest to me, so out the car window I went for him again and captured something disjointed, irregular and close to unappealing. It is still colorful, vibrant and full of life. The photo is simultaneously cluttered and blank. It is a passing moment and full of possibilities. All of the energy in frame flows to the left, but we are drifting right to a blank brick wall. It feels like the passing moment it is, entirely made up of almost.
Almost in Estcourt
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2 Comments to “Almost in Estcourt”

  1. Edgy and irritating…..that creates tension…..mundane it is…..but somehow appealing. It brings to mind a genre of Victorian photography that is just an exercise in taking a photo…..it also characterises the way many of us now use digital….take enough, and one of them might work.
    I also love the insight into your mind……..

    • I’m not sure it’s take enough and one might work – it’s take what you think will work and enjoy the happy accidents. Sometimes things that are imperfect have more to them because they’re not capable of being planned. I also think I write too much. šŸ™‚

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