The innocence of youth is bliss, as is clearly being shown in this picture of a young girl gazing out over this bridge over untroubled waters. This shot was captured quite unexpectedly; I was just going to photograph the bridge simply and have a pleasant nature shot but then enters this child in front of my view. The creative side of me instantly showed a great opportunity to make an even better shot. Anytime there is a subject in one of my pictures, whether young or old, a message can be formed and deeper meanings can be accessed. She had no idea she was photographed; I don’t believe I was being a sort of creep while taking this, I just saw the perfect opportunity and ran home with it. I believe I heard her mother calling after her to come back or be careful. Someday this child will grow up, go on to do whatever is destined in her life, and might stumble across this photo one day and say “Hey, that’s me, but who took that picture?” She will never know it was me and that is the blissful innocence on both sides of the lens. Though her mother might still remember, in her old age, might remember seeing a young man in black snapping a picture with a small camera as the girl stepped onto the bridge and then going back to his daily life. I never saw the mother, only the girl who formed the Bridge of Youth and Innocence.
The third day of this fun course centering around the basics of photography asked me to interpret water. I chose one of the most beautiful places to take pictures of hydrogen and oxygen, the Cascades in my hometown.
The blue phase of the electric waterfall was captured with fine detail. My hand was steady with this shot, making sure the water streaming down was not blurred. I framed this shot by stepping back a few paces, getting all three levels of the falls and the water rushing down below. I can still hear the beautiful sound of the water churning, splashing down in tidal waves on all three levels.
The yellow phase is a little more up close and personal. I see what looks like lacy curtains in the solid looking water. It reminds me of lemon flavored popsicles for some reason, maybe because this shot looks so delicious I can almost taste it.
This shot, strategically captured from the side, incorporates elements of the evening sky with black smoky clouds floating by, the blinding bright light looking like the entrance to some higher world, and the lowly flowers in the turrets.
Ahhh, now we have arrived in a hellish land, an oblivion. The mad, ferocious red and orange of this timely phase baths everything in a hot glow as if it’s a furnace. The water looks strikingly like hot magma, boiling, bubbling, flaring up as the stream splashes down. The fountain in the top right corner shooting red water high into the sky adds to this hellish scene.
And now things cool down to an icy chill with the soothing dark blue phase of the Cascades. The white meshing with the chilling blue in the second level is so frozen looking, I literally feel ice forming in my veins.
I captured everything in perspective with this wide angle shot, getting the rippling of the glistening pool with the luminescent green reflected on its surface.
You step into an acquaintance’s house for the first time, and discover that everything — from the furniture, to the books, to the art on the wall — is identical to your home. What happens next?
Today I met my doppelgänger,
He was just like me in every way,
From the absent furniture,
To the red striped walls,
To the awkward TV entertainment cabinet,
Sitting in the fray,
His house seemed to be a complete carbon copy,
He even looked distinctly like me,
Had the same eye color (blue),
Wore the same clothes,
I wondered how coincidentally this could be
But then I realized I was looking into a mirror,
Reflecting my own image and the room behind,
But there was just one thing I didn’t understand,
How his hair seemed to be going blind
To my surprise, he then smiled back at me,
“This is you in 35 years, don’t give up on your destiny.”
The sheer hardness of the first glass is really being pronounced above and in the reflection. The screwdriver seeming to “sink” in a zig-zag manner down to an infinite bottom is also intriguing. Shadows are being cast in the background giving everything a nice 3D effect. There seems to be a flicker of a flame in the measuring cup as well. Oh, did you think I would forget about you, middle glass? The part on the stem of the glass that is brightest is amazing as well as the white lighting on the reflective underside. I think two evil looking, white hot, green rimmed eyes are staring at me on that stem and on the reflective side a smiling something can be seen. This looks maddeningly like a weird science experiment. The nightlife of a bar also comes to mind.
Photo Challenge for Week of October 17: Refraction
Walking up the winding stone staircase besides the rapid, color-changing, hypno-inducing waterfalls of the Cascades, I point and clicked pictures of this castle-like structure, its sheer beauty eminent, memorializing the reds, greens, blues, and occasional darkness between the color transitioning streams. When I reached the balcony at hill’s crest, I paused and looked down upon the gleaming, sparkling tri-levels of water in the night and saw most of the metropolis countryside spill out before me; the ponds, lakes, hills, and trees merely spooky silhouettes of their selves. Then, sizing up my distance, angles, and lighting, I snapped a couple shots of the water jets spewing colorful streams high into the cool air. The one pictured above, captured in its blue phase, luminescing magnificently against the pitch black canvas, an aura of shimmering electric light emitting from its misty origins, with an ethereal beauty of celestial skies; its twin brother mimics in the background, creating a positively enthralling light show; alternating between various bright, uplifting hues and the dark swallowing jaws of dusk.
The water’s equal – a gentle sound, so smooth, relaxing, rushing out of the jets and cascading back into the still pool, calming and inducing a feeling of hope inside me. The serenity of peace and tranquility beside the stone wall. A star-spangled banner resting windless high above yonder. Forgetting about my worries, self-doubts for just a moment, instead reflecting on the time I have right now to enjoy life as it is. The faint sound of a 70s classic humming at ground level reaches my ears. I am here. I am now.
Photo Challenge for Week of September 26: Nighttime.