Well, it’s been a long time since I posted anything, and with good reason. I had nothing to say. That is, I had nothing to say that would have been interesting. Tonight, will be different.
I have three passions in life, music, photography, and writing. Other’s have told me I’m very talented in the first two, and as far as writing, well, it’s a work in progress.
Street Photography, is currently where my interests lie, and strangely enough, there’s a story that each picture tells. Let me explain. When I see something that interests me, immediately a story flashes in my mind, revolving around the object I’m going to shoot. The story ends in a few seconds, and I approach the subject, with the story as my frame of reference.
So, tonight I’d like to share some of my recent work.
Whether my gut reaction to the bench prompted an apt story is for you to decided. The wonderful thing about photography is that each picture tells a different story to its’ viewers.
The Empty Bench – St. Patrick’s Day, in Bethlehem, PA, was not a great weather day. It was cold, cloudy, with scattered showers, and a pinch of snow.
I parked my car four blocks away from the parade route, and the rain had just begun to moisten the air. I knew I didn’t have a lot of time to shoot, then I saw this bench.
Just a few blocks away, people were chatting, and chattering, while they waited for the parade to begin. Children laughing, grandmothers hugging the little ones, and parents looking down at the touching scene before them. But, this bench saw none of that.
It just sat there, all alone, but looked beautiful in it’s solitude. In just a few months, the bench will be host to numerous visitors unti winter settles in once again. But, in the meantime, it sits there alone, peaceful, a reminder that there is beauty in just being.
The Bench Has Friends – As I stepped back, I noticed some other stoic objects waiting for their chance to be used. The street post, tall and straight, stands ready to throw some light upon the bench, as the winter sun slips out of view.
The tree behind the bench provides cooling shade in the summer, but now stands ready to defend the bench with its’ mighty branches should some misguided youth have plans of carving their names upon the bench.
The two windows appear as friends once close, but grown apart. And, the speed limit sign reminds no one of the speed, but is ready should a vehicle come its’ way.
A group of useful things, idle and ignored, but not for long. Spring cometh.
Rings – Never ending pieces made of varied materials, always great to look at. The angle I chose, shows the rings apparently intertwined with one another.
That’s it, my friends. Be well, till we write again.