When I photograph, it can be for any number of reasons. For a professional project, a brand partner, for fun, for creative exploration, for fine art purposes.
One constant: I don’t press the shutter till I feel that “thing”… that gasp, that all-over technicolor moment of awe.
Not surprisingly, doing so means stepping into an altered sense of reality. One where another version of what I’m photographing beckons like a shimmering veil to another world.
Words really can’t quite express what it’s like – nor my gratitude for being able to go there. Although perhaps ee cummings’ poem “Everything Which Is Yes” comes close. It’s both a prayer to God – and a song of gratitude:
i thank You God for most this amazing day:
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;
and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;
this is the birthday of life and of love and wings:
and of the day great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
Sing it, ee. I’m right there with you!
Which brings me to this piece – “As Seen By Starlight” and the delightful “other world” that came along with the great White Mountain Pelicans who visited the small lake behind our house each July.
They were magical. Mythical. Stop-in-your-tracks Awe inspiring.
“They were only seen once a year.
And only when a particular number of lumens were present.
But when it happened,
It was like a storybook come to life.”
From the “Photo Centric Collection. Click the image to see it in the gallery.