My chambered eye
Nov. 20th, 2002 10:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ambitious_wenchCamera comes from a word that means "chamber", or so I've been told. And for whatever reason, I have developed an eye for pleasing shapes and colors. I remember back to my high school days and a trip to Yosemite Park in winter. At the top of Bridal Falls I saw a woman crouching at the edge of the pool of water, a camera raised to her face. I wondered what could be so fascinating to be worth taking a picture of in the partially-iced waters.
I approached her, and asked. "What are you taking a picture of?"
She lowered the camera. I'd heard the click and whir of the shutter and winding mechanism in the cool air. It must have been February or March, I think.
She stood up on the rock, and pointed downward. Ice had formed over the water, but now was melting, and had drawn away from the rock edge in the water, leaving a gap of dark water perhaps a half-inch wide. "I like the curves the ice and rock make. So I took a picture of it."
She was right. The edge of the ice was corroding, and looked frilled. But the edge was even, and ran in a perfect tandem with the edge of the rock. They were very close in color, the light granite almost as white as the translucent ice. I could see the outline of a leaf been the ice further back.
Since then, I have been blessed with the chambered eye. I can find an image, crop it until it alone captures the imagination, fit it into the confines of a limited space, and it becomes intense and intriguing.
These brilliant backlit autumn leaves are an example. Here is the original picture that I took in my own yard two years ago.
I hope you enjoy them.
http://members.cox.net/ambitious_wench/originalleaves.jpg
I approached her, and asked. "What are you taking a picture of?"
She lowered the camera. I'd heard the click and whir of the shutter and winding mechanism in the cool air. It must have been February or March, I think.
She stood up on the rock, and pointed downward. Ice had formed over the water, but now was melting, and had drawn away from the rock edge in the water, leaving a gap of dark water perhaps a half-inch wide. "I like the curves the ice and rock make. So I took a picture of it."
She was right. The edge of the ice was corroding, and looked frilled. But the edge was even, and ran in a perfect tandem with the edge of the rock. They were very close in color, the light granite almost as white as the translucent ice. I could see the outline of a leaf been the ice further back.
Since then, I have been blessed with the chambered eye. I can find an image, crop it until it alone captures the imagination, fit it into the confines of a limited space, and it becomes intense and intriguing.
These brilliant backlit autumn leaves are an example. Here is the original picture that I took in my own yard two years ago.
I hope you enjoy them.
http://members.cox.net/ambitious_wench/originalleaves.jpg
