“Fist Full of Red”
“You don’t make a photograph just with a camera. You bring to the act of photography all the pictures you have seen, the books you have read, the music you have heard, the people you have loved.”
― Ansel Adams
Yes, I know, “What an original title”. Yet, I’m often stuck for a title and am loath to fall to such tactics as “Unnamed #314”. Every image I make leaves an impression on me, it is a small interpretation of who I am, my experiences, emotions, and how I see the world; by being a new creation, it further adds to that experience. I recall the moment when it was made, why I made it, how I interpreted and composed the image, and what my impressions were when I first compared what I saw with my eyes with what the camera interpreted it as.
Sometimes, the image title is obvious, sometimes I need to look at it a while, comparing various descriptions till it makes sense to me, fits into my world. Often, It’s just the name of what I have photographed, especially if it’s a place, or object that stands alone and does not have further layers of emotion tied to it. In those cases, it’s just an object, whereas in other cases, it’s an impression, a moment, the outcome of a thought, of myself.
This time, I saw a fist full of red flowers, Peruvian Lilies to be more precise. They represent another element of a bouquet I pulled apart so that I could photograph the individual flowers and enjoy their individual beauty, which can often be lost in a bouquet.
So, there you go, a short visit to my thought process, when it comes to naming my images and making art. It really is an extension of who I am
Nikor 24-70mm f/3.5-4.6 @ @ 35 mm (with 20mm extension tube)
2.0 sec, f/25.0, ISO 100
Hi Resolution image on 500px