Today, by the Basin,
gray skies, wind picking up. With the water and the ice and the in-between,
there was not much contrast, not much that captured my eye. Not so the gulls.
Lots going on for them from all appearances. Fluttering wings, raucous shouts,
a bit of scuffling between them and some itinerant ducks (or so they seemed to
me). Or maybe not – who am I to translate those animals’ daily days into
markings we might understand?
This evening, when I worked on these images, the lie that held me was the quiet. When I was shooting they were anything but quiet. Yet when I looked hard at the shots I liked the most, they were soft-spoken. The creatures were self-contained and seemed intent on tasks that were not apparent when I took the shots. A single-mindedness emerged. Did I invent that? Quite possibly: these images are more heavily cropped than usual.
Now, I’m ok with that – heaven knows I’ve “intervened” more aggressively in many images. But there’s something about portraying living beings that makes me want to acknowledge that my picture of their reality may vary substantially from theirs. That’s always true; just wanted to be clear.
Oh, and in case you’re wondering about the sinking boat of several weeks ago, I saw today that it served as a delicious perch for this duck. I didn’t see it move the entire time I was shooting, so the spot must have been quite comfortable. You see – another lesson: sinking boats can serve many agendas…