If I were looking for a metaphor for life at the moment, I’d say that I am so busy untangling knots and straightening out threads that I forget what I was going to do with the string.
The boy-child and I have been comparing notes on our photography recently. He has a new enthusiasm for landscape photography; but focused on the natural rather than the urban landscapes he has traditionally inhabited as a skater. His work is undergoing massive aesthetic change.
I on the other hand, am attempting to exercise restraint — particularly in editing.
Black and white shots are wonderful in this regard. Without the temptation to play with colour, I am forced to focus on the single continuum of light to dark. And because this shot is all about texture — can I use that continuum to change the way you feel about a ball of string? Do you want to reach for the second one; believing it to be softer than the others?
I’m curious to know.