Why does this image remind me of the one in last Sunday’s entry? Simple answer: both are vertical and I tend not to shoot that much in that format. Simpler answer: I don’t know.
Does it matter? I suppose not, in fact, I’m sure it doesn’t. But as I was working on this image, I felt that connection and it suggested that I bring out the blue in this a bit more. That was interesting to me. And who paints valves yellow, for Pete’s sake? That quirk appealed to me as well.
What I’m getting more and more as I continue this blog is that the words I find to match these images are almost random – well, the words aren’t random but what I find worthy of writing about is, or almost. And in an odd way, that’s the same when I shoot. I find something, almost accidentally, that captures my eye/mind and shoot it. Often what I felt doesn’t show up in the image and sometimes it does: those are the images that last for me. There’s various strands to this, of course, and this speaks more to the urban detritus end of my spectrum, less to the pretty flowers.
Come to think of it, I really love some of those as well - and they feel "pretty," almost like studio shots. Here's one. Yet it has a very different sensibility than the other work. That is more of a marketing problem than an artistic one. (I must say that it is an on-going issue for me and the distinction between artistic and marketing decisions is quite blurred. Lucky I have the comfort to be able to put some distance between me and those conversations.)
But with all of this work, on some other deeper/higher level, it’s all the same. At least for the shots that work, the images that stay with me for years. That’s part of the joy of having been doing this for years: I have that history and it helps me guess a bit more accurately about what I will love…