I was just like the folks in these images – racing across the street to get out of the rain, except I snapped a couple of images along the way. Who could resist the graphic black and white of the pedestrian walk way, the shimmering lights reflecting off the rain-soaked street, and all those feet in motion! And, then, to play around with Photoshop to make the most of the images, including the last one which has been turned into a sketch. Just what rainy days are for…
Who could resist this shot? The lines, the texture, and that reflection. The slender tree trunks at the top of the photo are completed by the reflection of their tree tops at the bottom of it. A slice of boardwalk and beach between the two.
Not a bad shot, really, but it didn’t come easily. I drove to a new part of the beach to find it, that was the easy part. I sat in the car for quite a while before convincing myself to get out there and see what I might..see.
It started with a desire to photograph new things, to discover and explore. But, desire is a funny thing. The experience of wanting something is a joy all its own. The realizing of the desire – it’s a whole other thing. It means facing the unknown and the new – not always a comfortable thing. And, it means discovering, surprisingly, that, in the moment of going for your dream – even this small one of photographing something new, there’s a longing for the old and familiar. I was thinking, maybe I should go back to my usual spot – that other place by the lake and all its beautiful vistas. What was I missing today, by choosing to be somewhere else? What subtle changes in colour, what undiscovered perspectives? But, I shook off the doubt and the longing for the familiar, and did what seems so simple..and really is. I got out of the car, and ventured down a new path.
Chasing dreams, even the small ones, is not a straight line of dream, decide, do. There’s often a lot of ground to cover – bridges to cross, named fear, doubt and longing, before one can get there.
There’s always a bit of magic after the rain.
The edges of the day are softer.
Downy grey everywhere.
A tree reflected in a half-frozen puddle.
As though it was scattered along the walk.
Glass-like. A fragment. The essence of a tree.
Watery and shimmering.
Subtle colours and muted light.
Silhouettes against a pastel sky
A round and perfect sun burning through the grey gauze day.
I walked right by this doorway the first time.
It’s not that I hadn’t noticed it. I had. But, I just kept walking.
And, then, I turned around.
Something called me back. I wasn’t sure what and I didn’t know why.
It’s not a view that grabs your attention. No instant, compelling sense of beauty – at least, not to me.
But, I took a few shots anyway. I had to. I couldn’t just walk away.
Looking at the photos later, the beauty of the scene began to reveal itself to me. Perhaps my eye caught up with what my heart had seen.
It’s the balance I like.
The horizontal and vertical lines in harmony. The softness of the pale white that drifts down the dark stairs in contrast to the hardness and clean lines of the windows, reflecting the slate sky. It’s the simplicity of three singular colours – brown, white and grey, and three elements – glass, concrete and steel.
It’s a bit stark. Not really inviting, I have to say. So, it’s not my favourite scene.
But the balance of it, the simplicity of it. That signalled something to me.
Balance and simplicity. Calling my name.
Can’t just let that go by.
The smooth, sleekness of glass.
And, concrete. And, steel.
And frame, for this…
Who’s graceful limbs
Curve and turn,
Light with dark
Stark edges of steel and glass.
Its beauty, and movement,
To street and sky.