nightshooter09
"He that will have a perfect brother must resign himself to remaining brotherless." ~ Italian Proverb
MORNING LIGHT THOUGHTS . . . at the Artist's Colony.
My brother is older than me and became a photographer first when he was in high school. He was on the Yearbook Staff; he shot black and white for the newspaper. His friends were photographers; he went to a photography school after high school graduation. People throughout the state knew my brother as a photographer.
As far back as I can recall, my brother took photos. The one I'll always recall was of the Grand Canyon, before he'd practiced much photography and wasn't a professional. My brother is a natural photographer, much better than me.
But one of the things my brother and I share is a great-grandmother who was completely blind and we share an entire series of mysterious vision issues.
My brother was a wedding photographer for decades and use to shoot dances and proms and other things professionally. He knows and knew film and developer and darkrooms. Then his vision began to decline.
I don't know what my brother thinks. Maybe he believes that all of photography depends on the eyes, but I believe photography starts in the heart, in the soul, in the mind and spirit. Those things have only deepened in him as he's grown older; he can now see things with his heart that he could never see with his perfect, youthful vision.
So what, my brother's vision is not perfect? So what?
A art museum curator once told me that in order to become an artist, a person must first live life and have something to truly say about life with their artistic skill. The skill may come along young, but the voice and inner vision matures later.
I hope my brother will begin experimenting with digital photography. As a darkroom/lab photographer, my brother knows more about photography than nearly any youth-filled pixter who owns a digital point and shoot. There's a place for all.
Sometimes, we just need to borrow someone else's vision of ourselves before we can see that tucked within we still have a song yet to sing before we leave this earth. Or in my brother's case, we still have memories to record and visual beauty to impart.
I'm the natural writer, artist, and occassional poet of the family, but my brother is the natural photographer. Whether he picks up another camera again or not, he always will be a natural photographer.
"He that will have a perfect brother must resign himself to remaining brotherless." ~ Italian Proverb
MORNING LIGHT THOUGHTS . . . at the Artist's Colony.
My brother is older than me and became a photographer first when he was in high school. He was on the Yearbook Staff; he shot black and white for the newspaper. His friends were photographers; he went to a photography school after high school graduation. People throughout the state knew my brother as a photographer.
As far back as I can recall, my brother took photos. The one I'll always recall was of the Grand Canyon, before he'd practiced much photography and wasn't a professional. My brother is a natural photographer, much better than me.
But one of the things my brother and I share is a great-grandmother who was completely blind and we share an entire series of mysterious vision issues.
My brother was a wedding photographer for decades and use to shoot dances and proms and other things professionally. He knows and knew film and developer and darkrooms. Then his vision began to decline.
I don't know what my brother thinks. Maybe he believes that all of photography depends on the eyes, but I believe photography starts in the heart, in the soul, in the mind and spirit. Those things have only deepened in him as he's grown older; he can now see things with his heart that he could never see with his perfect, youthful vision.
So what, my brother's vision is not perfect? So what?
A art museum curator once told me that in order to become an artist, a person must first live life and have something to truly say about life with their artistic skill. The skill may come along young, but the voice and inner vision matures later.
I hope my brother will begin experimenting with digital photography. As a darkroom/lab photographer, my brother knows more about photography than nearly any youth-filled pixter who owns a digital point and shoot. There's a place for all.
Sometimes, we just need to borrow someone else's vision of ourselves before we can see that tucked within we still have a song yet to sing before we leave this earth. Or in my brother's case, we still have memories to record and visual beauty to impart.
I'm the natural writer, artist, and occassional poet of the family, but my brother is the natural photographer. Whether he picks up another camera again or not, he always will be a natural photographer.