A picture is worth a thousand words. Every picture tells a story. Words. Clichés.
We’ve all heard these phrases and – for the most part – they are true. For me a picture is a portal, not just to another place and time but to the photographer. Whether we know it or not, every picture includes a little bit of the photographer. Look at my photos and you’ll learn a little something about me.
Was I there to document a building knowing one day it might be gone? When I took the picture was I simply trying to record something for future generations? Or, was I there for a different purpose? Perhaps I was feeling artistic, or even a little playful. Am I mimicking the style of another photo I may have seen at one time? Why did I choose to include a certain element?
And then there are nights like tonight where the photo contains a little bit of me – literally.
Red Deer Lake School
Yep, there I am on the right side. That long shadow stretching across the snow-marked grass? That’s me. It was cold and I was in a hurry so I wasn’t paying very close attention to my composition and I wasn’t aware that the streetlights from the schoolyard across the road were casting my shadow into the frame.
I went out to capture star trails over the old school but it was too cloudy. Instead I captured myself. I think that’s sort of cool. Timing may be everything but sometimes sheer luck is handy too.