Lately I have discovered two projects that seems to resonate well for me. First there is my shots of the forest, and now the night shots. I haven’t posted that often, and quite frankly, I haven’t been that much out with the camera either the last couple of weeks, but I do spend quite some time on the photos I have so far.
As a result of this, I’m starting to understand something about why I like to photograph. I have always had a rich imagination, and I don’t necessarily like to picture reality as it is. I often feel like I want to add some mystery to a scene, or create some dramatic effect. For some reason, I have said to myself that this is not what I should do, and I have suppressed it. I have fooled myself into believing that I should create photographs that are true to the original subject, but no, that’s not me. The pictures I like best is usually the ones that does not exists in real life. I’m not talking about way over the top photoshopping here. The pictures look just like when I saw them, but I don’t think anyone standing besides me when I shot the pictures would agree that it was like that. Is that a bad thing?? No, I don’t think so. I don’t take pictures to document anything, nor do I claim they are a true record of what I saw. Well, they are records of what I saw, not what anyone could have seen.
Hmm, still haven’t finalized my thoughts on this, but it felt kind of good to get started. Somehow I feel like I’m starting to tear down a barrier that I didn’t know about until now.
