Moody images, dark, complex, tangled, hazy. Do our photographs reflect our moods; our state of mind? How can they help but not? Do we use our art as a cathartic, a purgative; a way to cleanse, or at least reveal, our souls? Or are we just trying to reveal what’s in front of us without bias, without “editorial” comment? Perhaps it’s possible to read too much into photographs. Maybe sometimes the white whale is just a whale, and the mockingbird is just a bird. Hell, I don’t know.
I’ve been sitting in New Morning, the wonderful natural food store here in Woodbury that attracts people from all over the state. The coffee is good, and the snacks are healthy, and there is free wi-fi. I can work on my iPad in the presence of friendly strangers while waiting to gather the nerve to venture out into the cold for photographing. It has been cold and damp here, well below freezing overnight. Today we have freezing rain. The kind of day duck hunters seem to love. I’m not a duck hunter.
Panasonic Lumix G3 with 20mm f1.7 lens, image processed in Nik Snapseed® and Stackables on my iPad Air.