Old English tree standing on a hill during a red and gold sunset, I’ve always enjoyed filling the frame with single trees it’s simplistic but always creates a pretty nice dramatic composition with the right lighting.
Since it is a long weekend here in Canada dedicated to family et al, perhaps a caption about this much celebrated nucleus of the society is in order, but for the life of me I cannot come up with anything new to say on this matter. So cheers to whoever and whatever make your journey worthwhile 💛
5 72an hour ago
“El hombre lobo” es un título sugerido por mi papá luego de ver la foto. Me parece interesante preguntar por los distintos títulos que cada uno pondría a mis fotos. No suelo ponerles uno, a menos que se trate de una serie. No lo hago desde que salí de la escuela de foto. A ésta en particular, no la rondaba un lobo, sino un perro con pelo que parecía de oveja. Era uno grande y muy amistoso. Nos recordó al perro del narrador de cuentos. De hecho, ahora que vuelvo a ver la foto, estaba en una ubicación precisa para tomarla desde un ángulo gusano.
I know this is a gloomy, almost depressing image, but the moment I took it the picture did something special: it made me smile.
When I went out Saturday morning, I had a particular image in mind. I was going to hike up to an overlook and shoot a grand scene at sunrise. Chasing "the shot" has been the routine that I've forced myself into lately and if I don't get perfect conditions, I make excuses not to be excited about the moment.
There was to be no sunrise on Saturday though. Instead I was greeted with heavy snow and no visibility. As I arrived at the parking area for the trailhead, I started regretting even getting out of bed. I wasn't going to get the shot and certainly wasn't going to hike into a snow storm. I decided I'd stick around and see what the weather did, but it became immediately obvious the weather was only going to get worse.
I then decided on giving up and going home. "The shot" was ruined and I was disappointed. On my way down the hill though, I figured I'd go poke around and see if I could find something else mildly interesting. I was already here, so I might as well. As I walked around with an empty mind and open eyes it started to hit me - this is what I've been missing. I was in the moment and enjoying having no destination, no purpose, and no shot in mind.
It's not about "the shot", it's not about likes and followers, and it's not about visitors to my website. The creative process is all that matters. Being outside with a sense of curiosity and desire to discover the world is what's important. I'd gotten so wrapped up in presenting images other people would like, that I forgot about embracing the moment and the process. I forgot what I love about photography.
This gloomy, snowy day that destroyed my plans and forced me to adapt, helped me remember what is actually important. And now I can't wait to get back out with no plan, no destination, my eyes wide open, and a smile on my face.
Shot with sony alpha a6300
Shot details: f11, 1 second, iso 100, 45mm