I knew it. . . . It was coming, but it came sooner rather than later.
I don’t know what to write about! I’m stuck. Or maybe it’s because it’s a lazy Sunday afternoon. I’ve had my nap; I’ve been reading. It’s comfortable, though, outside—low 80’s after a cool morning (I wore my right pink sweater to church this morning).
I pulled out one of my photography books, The Photographer’s Playbook. You’re familiar with the idea of coaches and teams having playbooks with a variety of moves the team can make. The players are familiar with everything in the book, so nothing is new, but when the team gets in a jam, the coach can pull out a play.
So, today, I pulled out the playbook, and I looked through the subject index. I honed in on the keyword “editing.” I was expecting to find some interesting ways to edit images.
What I did find was advise on looking back over the photographs that I’ve already taken and start to look for the story or for the patterns or perhaps the story that I’ve found. I went back over my images I’ve taken this year, and selected randomly some thirty images. Then I culled that those images to twenty-five. Using the online photo-editor/collage maker Befunky.com, I created a three by three grid to make a collage. to make things really simple, I used the auto-fill feature to fill in the grid.
Water, florals, lines. These show up in my photography more often than not.
These images, randomly selected, reveal my love for nature, for details, for atmosphere. I think I will be exploring the stories that my images reveal.