When I get out of work, I drive to my Mom's house and pick up my son. Sometimes my Aunt Connie is there and she likes to look at the pictures I had been able to capture since the last time I had seen her. She really takes joy in viewing them, and sometimes offers some of her perspectives as to what she looks for in a photo. Everyone is seeking something different, so I can't just focus on what she likes, but it is good to hear, from people, what they like. As a photographer, I really dig nature. The sky talks, the river sings, and the wildlife compliment every inch of it (So does the bug life).
One particular day when my Aunt Connie happened to be there, she mentioned a particular landscape perspective that appealed to her. We went through some of my pictures and then my son and I left. That weekend, I took my son with me as I sought to get lost in the country somewhere. I find that losing sight of where I am allows me to "see" inspirational settings and sometimes capture them. I don't worry about being lost...this is the day of technology, and my phone would get me home.
As I turned on some unknown road, I moved my foot to the brakes and my right hand to the hazards button on the dash. I find that this is something I do lot of now, and the two actions are subconscious. My son was looking for whatever made me stop so suddenly, but realized that it was for a photo. I picked up my camera, and exited the car to overlook this gurgling brook (now free from ice and snow). The fence was partial, and there was an old broken swing tipped over nearby. There was some trash in the creek and on its banks (beer cans), but those were removed in post edit. ---- That day that my aunt told me the perspective she liked, it was this... A small winding creek and an old fence. The broken swing was a bonus, I guess.
Thank you! :)
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I really like this. Humans and nature butting heads, so to speak. The brook was gurgling first, and we added to it. That's my take.
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