Spirit of the Moment
Was driving home yesterday amid gusty winds and noticed the trees appeared frosted. The wind was causing the leaves to flip over, revealing the lighter undersides, making the trees appear more white than green. It was a wonderful illusion. I've always loved the ephemeral tricks that light and shadow play on the eye. I suppose as photographers we're all highly tuned to things like this. It's all about capturing the moment when the light is either unique, or otherwise highlighting your subject. Earlier this month I found myself out in another wind storm. This was the result of outflow from an advancing thunderstorm. Conditions went from calm to windy in a matter of minutes. I cherish moments like this, as the sweltering heat of a summer afternoon is swept away by chilly breezes from rain-cooled air. I love standing outside during this transition phase as the two air masses collide. There was great tumult on this afternoon, both in the sky and played out at ground level. Small flags whipped in the wind, wind chimes emitted eerie tunes, pinwheels spun madly, every loose object was in motion. I got to thinking about the negative space that formed in front of me as the tree branches alternately blocked my vision, then cleared as they were lifted overhead by the gusts. That momentary obfuscation of vision intrigued me, as if shadowy figures had just darted past. I dragged my shutter to capture both the motion and spirit of the moment.
Spirit of the Moment
Was driving home yesterday amid gusty winds and noticed the trees appeared frosted. The wind was causing the leaves to flip over, revealing the lighter undersides, making the trees appear more white than green. It was a wonderful illusion. I've always loved the ephemeral tricks that light and shadow play on the eye. I suppose as photographers we're all highly tuned to things like this. It's all about capturing the moment when the light is either unique, or otherwise highlighting your subject. Earlier this month I found myself out in another wind storm. This was the result of outflow from an advancing thunderstorm. Conditions went from calm to windy in a matter of minutes. I cherish moments like this, as the sweltering heat of a summer afternoon is swept away by chilly breezes from rain-cooled air. I love standing outside during this transition phase as the two air masses collide. There was great tumult on this afternoon, both in the sky and played out at ground level. Small flags whipped in the wind, wind chimes emitted eerie tunes, pinwheels spun madly, every loose object was in motion. I got to thinking about the negative space that formed in front of me as the tree branches alternately blocked my vision, then cleared as they were lifted overhead by the gusts. That momentary obfuscation of vision intrigued me, as if shadowy figures had just darted past. I dragged my shutter to capture both the motion and spirit of the moment.