It’s interesting to write about photographs. Many times I have a lot to say and the prose flows. I actually have to edit myself heavily from making the posts too long for today’s short attention spans.
There are other days when I’d rather go back to what I use to do. Just post the photo with a minimal identification of the location and nothing more. Let the viewer discover what the image is about for them.
Because sometimes I don’t have much to say about the photograph. Many times I shoot instinctively, unconsciously. Afterwards it’s easy to impose a construct.
Other times there’s nothing to say. Not even something contrived. And why should there be?
From moment to moment there are strange confluences of emotions, feelings, and ideas that defy verbalization. Isn’t that, in part, what drives creativity?
I have little to say about the photograph above other than I personally like it, but am not sure why. I just felt like taking it. I know that the light coming through the cracks of the door caught my attention. But it’s nothing like the play of light, shadows, and shapes of the photographs in my last few posts.
I almost didn’t even take the photograph. So what was it that compelled me to press the shutter?
Maybe there is no reason at all. Maybe that’s the point. Maybe the photograph is nothing more than a childlike delight in what we, as adults, overlook as the mundane.
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