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Picture from last winter, when me and my rescue team had a perfect weekend of cross country skiing and bathing in the geothermal pools in the highland of Iceland.
Now it´s almost February and I am still waiting for some proper snow conditions.
Though the solitary figure in this image is human and not canine, I still think of this wonderful stanza from Rupert Brooke's "The Little Dog's Day":
All in the town were still asleep,
When the sun came up with a shout and a leap.
In the lonely streets unseen by man,
A little dog danced. And the day began.
Lovely, isn't it? There is something about being up for sunrise, especially when no one else seems to be. As if the world had saved its magic just for you. It's a thought that made me smile earlier this morning, too, as my 11-mile run took me from pre-dawn skies into the full-fledged first light of day. But more on that particular subject (running) in a later post.
For now, enjoy Bandon's beach at sunrise - there are few places along the coast that I'd rather be.
Taken with my Nikon FM (perhaps my Pentax K1000; I'm not sure how old this shot is).
I often explain I do photography for personal reasons, or personal motives at least. I mean, yes, most of us do after all. I guess I mean that for me, those reasons are perhaps more personal than usual. I have never been much of a journal keeper, at least not in written form. Photography is my way of documenting my life, and keeping track of it. Sometimes the act of photography itself is the end and less the means. For as prolifically as I share images on social media, the sharing for me is one step above an afterthought. I do it because I can and I know others get benefit from the things I share. But in a real sense, these sharings are often akin to taking a page out of a diary and publishing it. But unlike that, oftentimes the real meaning for an image, at least its meaning for me, is obscured from public view. This image is a great example. To you it looks like a snowy forest, and it is. But as they say, a photo is worth 1000 words, what they don't always tell you is how many of those words will you hear versus how many are hidden, or kept under wraps? Will you ultimately get 50 of those 1000? Or 950? I don't know. That depends on me (or the photographer) and how much are made transparent by the image and how much beyond that transparency I feel like adding. Sometimes its a lot, sometimes it a little. I am almost always keenly aware of this balance and sometimes I share more of that personal side but sometimes... oftentimes perhaps, I hold back. Because the image is for me, and sometimes I want to keep that for me. Why we make images is always an important question. So is why we share them. How we share them, as well. It is generous to share some of that personal side of a photo because it can educate, motivate, inspire. But it can also be dangerous as it blurs the line a bit I think between whether you are doing this for yourself or for your audience. And there is nothing wrong with the audience, you are all great. The risk is giving too much over to that audience, I think. Going from sharing with them to creating for them. But then again, some people are natural performers and thrive off that. I'm not one of them though. I cannot make images for others, or if I did, I think I would quickly burn out. Maybe it is the introvert in me. I am at my most comfortable out in a quiet forest like this, away from the audience. And I think I prefer the sharing of my images in this way. Some days I feel more garrulous than others, but some days I am more protective of that personal significance of the image.
Anyway, this image is the only film photo I made on a day that was a bit ill-fated. It is a pretty image, and when I made it that beauty of the scene is what drew me to stop. But as the rest of the day played out, I accrued other memories that this image is now steeped in. I think of them when I look at this. I was thinking about sharing them when I started typing this, but instead my stream of conscious took me off on a rumination of the nature of what gets publicly presented (or not) when sharing an image on social media, largely written while semi-pretending you are all not there.
Hasselblad 500C
Bergger Pancro 400
Today it's the longest day so here's a shot I took on the shortest day.
I love the long nights, it's 11.30pm here and the western sky is still bright, it wont get properly dark tonight and the sun will be up again in a few hours, but there is something depressing about knowing it's down hill from here.
In contrast the shortest day always thrills me, knowing that the winter has peaked, the Earth has completed another slow lap around the sun and is heading back to favour my end of the planet.
I know the summer is far from over and I know January can be the cruellest month but all the same, I choose the shortest day over the longest.
took this photo in January durning a snow squall. This empty case of beer was on a sidewalk in front of church-it just looked totally out of place. This heat wave is starting to get to me! I have never had a beer--but this weather is making me wonder if I should reconsider =(
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