evilpigeon777
International Plaza
Something about being the last one (approximately) at John Heinz National Wildlife Refuge on a cloudy, fast-fading Monday evening- the hush that cloaks the impoundment, the distant great blue herons and even-more-distant mute swans, and, within view of my lens, though not my eyes- the constant, shining “International Plaza” flanking the PHL.
That feeling of feeling far, and isolated, from the general hustle-and-bustle, business-as-usual of the world- the immediate desolation, but the slowly-soaking warmth of solitude and reflection. The ability to separate oneself from everything, and just exist on one's own merit. “I shoot, therefore I am.”
They say that every picture should tell a story, but I never really felt that way. The simple, ineffable beauty of birds and our planet was enough. But alone on the boardwalk, forms bleed together- coldness and warmth, distance and nearness, movement and stillness, eternity and transience, darkness and light- photography and words.
Quiet sublimation.
Radical synesthesia.
International Plaza
Something about being the last one (approximately) at John Heinz National Wildlife Refuge on a cloudy, fast-fading Monday evening- the hush that cloaks the impoundment, the distant great blue herons and even-more-distant mute swans, and, within view of my lens, though not my eyes- the constant, shining “International Plaza” flanking the PHL.
That feeling of feeling far, and isolated, from the general hustle-and-bustle, business-as-usual of the world- the immediate desolation, but the slowly-soaking warmth of solitude and reflection. The ability to separate oneself from everything, and just exist on one's own merit. “I shoot, therefore I am.”
They say that every picture should tell a story, but I never really felt that way. The simple, ineffable beauty of birds and our planet was enough. But alone on the boardwalk, forms bleed together- coldness and warmth, distance and nearness, movement and stillness, eternity and transience, darkness and light- photography and words.
Quiet sublimation.
Radical synesthesia.