Another little riddle for the wandering mind…
And so it’s been a long time again… My former blog was called “The intermittent blog” – a name I sometimes feel I should have kept… 🙂
But I digress.
I haven’t been idle, I’ve just not found the time for blogging – though some shots have appeared on Facebook, and quite a few perhaps more mundane things have been posted via Instagram – @hagafotografen – (lovely, fast publishing tool…).
And some ideas, one in particular, has been slowly simmering away in the privacy of my brain – and camera. Now, however, I’ve committed to pursuing it a little more officially, and hence – return to the blogosphere!
Actually, I’m not going to talk all about it. I’m just going to post a couple of shots that represent, in a way, my first efforts in a for me unusually long and long-termed photoart project… And so, the nervous question that at some time or other must enter every budding artist’s public communication… do you like?
This summer, I promised Caritsa’s owner, C, a portrait of her horse. It was a little difficult, because Caritsa was an old horse, a little tired, and not to stay with us for very much longer. I talked a little with C about it, and she said yes, perhaps something that accepted the old and the gray… showing Caritsa as she was, and saw the beauty in that.
Piece of cake… 😛
It took longer than I’d expected, because there was something missing in the shots I ended up with… and it wasn’t until yesterday that I saw a possible way to deal with that.
I hope it’s not too dark for you, C!
I’ve spent a couple of days photographing running water – it’s kind of classic I guess, but one should do the classics too… Unfortunately, the ‘rapids’ and the ‘falls’ I have to practice on aren’t, really, at least not unless you’re a lilliputian. Not that it matters with regards to the water and the technique (long exposures, and do use a tripod…) but little distractions like rotting leaves and scattered twigs suddenly tend to become major parts of the picture, as opposed to if I had a real waterfall to shoot.
Never mind, for once I began by clearing up a bit first where I wanted to shoot, and then ignored the rest. I set up the tripod – sometimes across the stream with one of its legs on a root and the other two on a rock each (and yes, I did step into the stream once; wet rocks and muddy banks are not an optimal combination for getting a good grip) – and shot water. Lots of fun. Then I trudged back home with one sopping shoe but fortunately still a dry camera, and processed my shots.
I was happy. They came out nice – not brilliant, but nice – and I’d learned a bit about exposures. Pretty pictures of running water, you know, where you get that almost dreamy shimmer to the water thanks to its running trough a static landscape. But then I had the surroundings… Let’s just say they don’t fit the fairytale image. Well, at least not the fairy bit… but there’s usually a dark element to fairytales, as well… right?
So I worked on them a little, adding some textures from the KKC, and ended up with something from a slightly different kind of story…
What I really liked about this was that the hues and textures worked so well to bring all the elemets of the shots together. A little abstract, perhaps, but then again – what fairytale isn’t?
Well… the best thing I’ve opened in a long time was something that actually started here, with PAF. So I obviously have to share it with you!
Perhaps you recognize the book on top? 😉
Thing is, it’s a longish story, but I’ve been living this entire year more or less expecting to lose Lo, my cat, any day or week… He means a lot to me, so it’s been tough.
During this time, the wish to get that book together has obviously taken on a new urgency, while at the same time becoming a bit of a monster – I’ve felt like I’ve distanced myself to get pictures, and thinking of paper copies of the cat, when I should just embrace whatever time I have left with the actual, living Lo… Anyways, all part of the process, I guess.
When it all came together, I enjoyed it. I was working with the photos with Lo in front of – or wrapped around – me as often as not, and now it’s such a great feeling to have it done! Now, before he’s gone. Now I can enjoy it (or them, as ‘the book’ turned into two books 🙂 ) with Lo draped across my shoulder, or curled up in the crook of my arm. The memories can become good memories, and when the cat’s gone that’s what the books will remain – good memories. Then they won’t be a too late attempt to bring him back to life in some – any! – form…
Oh well, that’s just to say that without the idea born from a previous PAF challenge, I might not have made it. So thank you, Bonnie, for providing the leg up, and thank you fellow PAFers for the encouragement! And let me repay your kindness with the mild suggestion that if you’re constantly putting off that photo project about a loved one – don’t.
As my sister-in-law would say: Just do it!
(Oh, and the observant visitor will notice that there’s a difference between the envisioned cover and the final result, but that’s because the book in the end took the number 9 as its guiding theme… 9, as in nine lives. Obviously…)