Much like my fly tying is “impressionistic” vs. “realistic”, my photography is also impressionistic vs. disciplined. Intuitive without all the calculations. Of course, auto settings etc. make one lazy I suppose. But, I prefer to look outward and be less concerned with settings. I try to be more knowledgeable, but it is an effort.
Memories, traditions, family heritage, history perhaps all play a potential part in why I capture this image or that. Beauty, contrasts, majesty and power sit before me or pass like the wind. Maybe caught or the moment lost. Artistic, exploration, documenting or experimenting.
Tonight as I took a photo of my daughter, a young woman now, sitting on the steps of her first non-university like accommodations, I was cataloging the present, but also the future for decades from now. The young woman, many years later, older. Who took that photo? What was that day like for the young woman and for her parents? Childhood gone. Transitions. Bittersweet. Far from home. New beginnings etched on the young woman’s face to be seen years from now and admired. “Now who took this photo? Probably Dad.”
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