(J)oehoe
Owl on pole for display. Never saw the forest and curious after the world. An almost 360 degrees rotating capability of your neck helps. Nevertheless. sitting on your pole whole day long, not really all that exciting I imagine.
Where’s the summer?
Sitting at home watching the rain rain…and a lot of rain rains down these days. I can image that with so much water even fish could drown. When I look at the very few pictures that I made this summer; which in a way also reflects the weather; I instantly want to go back to the easy French countryside. There where your mobile phone won’t work, where everything closes from noon ’till two, where it’s fun to have a walk to a boulangery for a pain…just the field, the cows, sunny weather and lots of nothingness to clear yor mind from everything that slipped in over the course of a year or so…crap, what a rain today.
Curiosity killed…
…the beef. Did you ever wondered why cows follow you when you pass a field filled with them? Why do they all come to the fence when you stop at the fence? They sniff, they look, they want to come closer yet you scare the h*ll out of them when you blink. It’s not so difficult to make a photo like this one and I think that most of the hikers among us have such a picture in their archives. Yet, the image appeals to me (not because of the beef involved). Something about mutual curiosity I suppose; framed and frozen. I wonder if they are still in that field now…
I see you
Somewhere in July I had the privilege to try to capture Kristina in photos. Somewhere in the corner of the studio was a small cabinet filled with some old cameras. I gave Kristina a camera and shoot some photos. This was one of the last images captured during that session. After we’d finished the shoot and sat outside in the sun recovering from a afternoon indoors our conversation somehow turned to viewing, looking and seeing. The essence of the difference between those must lay in the focus; where do you focus when you look? Is everything that you see when you look really something that is visible? Do people see you, truly you, or see they just the way you look? What do you want other people to see when they look at you? The camera can make exquisite images of someone, but did it really captured that person?
What do you see when you look at other people?
Riders on the storm
The relief of a couple of warm summer days. A thunderstorm on the horizon. A reset of the long hot summer, a refill for the soil. Only the bloody wind messes with the feathers. There’s no other option than to ride the storm, playing the wind, preparing for the flashes, thunders and rains to come. Seagulls grounded on the beach getting wet in a sand storm is not an option. They are the riders on the storm…
Freedom of Ignorance?
Ignorance? Of whom? The politicians, the people fighting for what possibly could be the ‘right’ thing to do (or the left if you read this post in an other way than I wrote it) or the tourist who of course know what’s going on in the world, but still do what they always do. As is everybody I suppose. So, if something needs to change, is sleeping in a tent beneath a cardboard sign the best way to accomplish this? Or should we all contribute in our own little place on this planet?
Kill the Birds
Birds on display. Hummingbirds, loads of them, many from the same species. Some have faded colors, some are brand new additions. There are signs in the cabinet telling which bird was captured where and when an by whom. For some birds the sign also mentions the year that particular species was extinct. Makes me wonder, what if we didn’t kill that many to fill our collections and satisfy our curiosity after their insides…When will we be in such a cabinet, it is inevitable, our ancestors already have these signs in many cabinet displays.
Cornview
Ever wondered what it is that people see when they start looking? Corn on the ceiling, shapes against the sky, colors in harmony or just something weird you don’t see everyday? Every view on matter is unique, but maybe there are things more weird nearby your home that you don’t even notice as being not so normal than the corn that’s hanging on the ceiling of a house in some little town in your vacation area…
Take your time
Every once and a while you notice somebody who is caught in the middle of a creative process. Yet, you wonder; how does that actually work? This bloke was doin’ a fountain which was sitting in the village square since mideaval times and it will probably be there for considerable time too. So, you are amazed by the view, the colors, the ambiance and have the urge to capture it. You look for the best composition, the best way to place the fountain in perspective with it’s background, the optimum lightfall…but forget to drop your bag for optimum camera control…
Commute
Did you ever noticed the difference between the weekend commuter and a working day commuter? The last one knows his or her way around train stations, heading straight to his or her goal, has an MP3 player (at least) and looks quite determined onto the screen of a smartphone sending instant messages to people he or she has just left or is about to meet soon. The weekend commuter is quite the opposite and in general confused on where to go and what the public transportation ‘rules of engagement’ are. They should not mingle, that’s potentially hazardous for both. It can be a very confusing and lonely thing, commuting. (The Hague, station Hollands Spoor, D300, 18-70mm)