November 30, 2016 (335/366)
"We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things,
because we're curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths." ~ Walt Disney
Thirty days ago, I embraced a new challenge -- eschewing color to focus on composition, light, shadow, and texture. As always, thank you for your encouragement and feedback as I continue to learn and move forward.
November 28, 2016 (333/366)
“You have to find what sparks a light in you so that
you in your own way can illuminate the world.” ~ Oprah Winfrey
Each year at this time, I start to think about a focus for future photography/blog projects. Do I continue a Project 365 or do I simply post photos and musings when I have something interesting to share? Surely quality is better than quantity, but I do learn something from even the most rudimentary shots. Do I insist on posting a photo that I took today or do I designate a photo that fits the date, a theme, my mood, etc. -- whether it was taken today or not? Somedays the inspiration and the vision just don't sync. Do I experiment with color themes or continue series like the French Fridays? After all, I will have lots of new pictures when I return from my trip to Paris in a few months! There are so many considerations. In 2015, I started with a grand plan that only lasted through January. This year, I gave myself the freedom to break my own rules, but I still posted something everyday.
In searching for possible photos for this black and white November, I revisited several of my favorite travel photos that were never featured in my Project 365. Maybe next year, I should feature an occasional "Where in the World?" post. Any guesses where this picture was taken?
November 21, 2016 (326/366)
In In Search of Lost Time (A la recherche du temps perdu), the first volume of his opus Swann's Way, the French writer Marcel Proust described a universe invoked by a simple cup of tea. How many little universes have been savored since Milwaukee's iconic George Watts Tea Shop opened in 1870, the year before Proust's birth? I imagine Victorian ladies in fancy hats and buttoned gloves sipping from china cups; 1950s secretaries in sweaters and pearls nibbling on sandwiches of chicken salad or olive spread during their lunch breaks; young girls enjoying a slice of Sunshine cake with their mothers and grandmothers after shopping trips downtown; hopeful brides indulging in glasses of Champagne after browsing for flatware and crystal in the beautiful shop below the tea room. My mom was one of those secretaries. I was one of those little girls and one of those brides. So it is with sadness that I read that, after 146 as a Milwaukee institution, George Watts and Sons is closing just after Christmas. I will have to savor every cup of the Watts special tea blend that I bought last summer, and, like Proust, revel in the memories that each sip invokes.
November 19, 2016 (324/366)
"The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event.
You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different,
and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?" ~ J. B. Priestley
This little girl was so excited this morning -- she loves snow!
November 16, 2016 (321/366)
"Day by day, the bright golden leaves of the birches turned more spotted as the first winds of winter slipped between the withered branches and across the highlands toward the southeast. Stopping in the center of the pasture, I could hear the winds clearly. No turning back, they pronounced. The brief autumn was gone." ~ Haruki Murakami
November 14, 2016 (319/366)
November 1, 2016 (306/366)
“Colour is everything, black and white is more.” – Dominic Rouse, photographer
Synesthesia, from the Ancient Greek σύν - together and αἴσθησις - sensation, is a neurological phenomenon in which stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway leads to automatic, involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive pathway.
I have always suspected that I have a tendency toward this phenomenon. Numbers, letters, days of the week, months, etc. have always been associated with a specific color in my mind. Some of these associations seem logical, representing the traditional or natural occurrences during that time of the year: February is red and, for the past three years, my February pictures have intentionally been shades of red and pink. October is orange and has naturally featured the hues of the changing foliage. But why is 5 red and 7 yellow? Isn't L green and Tuesday blue for everyone?
November naturally represents an absence of color as the world turns brown and gray and the days get shorter and darker. Natural light becomes a precious commodity while artificial light distorts color and clarity. I have often struggled with my November photographs as my work day begins and ends in darkness. This year, rather than bemoaning these limitations, I'm accepting a new challenge. I will embrace the lack of color and post only black and white images. When a day fails to present me with an interesting or beautiful subject, I will search my archives for previously-rejected images that can be improved by stripping them of color and focusing on light (natural and artificial), shadow, texture and composition. As Elliott Erwitt said, “Color is descriptive. Black and white is interpretive.”
[Archival photo: Japanese Tea House, Sturgeon Bay, WI - July 25, 2015; iPhone 6 f/2.2 1/30 4.15mm ISO100]
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