Normally when out photographing I focus on expansive landscapes, grand scenic views of the dramatic views in the mountains and along the coast of New Hampshire.
On my last outing to the north country I chose to make images with a more limited view. Instead of wide open spaces, the majority of what I captured were elements within the wider scene. What caught my eye were the small details, the textures, the way light and shadow played across an abandoned barn or the rusted machinery.
Surprisingly, I didn’t set out with the mindset that “I’m only going to photograph details, closeups, and black and white images today.”
But that’s exactly what happened. In fact for the most part, wherever I went my eye was drawn to the little details, no matter how nice the overall scene looked it was the little things that caught my eye.
Part of the explanation is my recent feeling that I’ve been missing something, creatively speaking, in my photography. Focusing solely on landscape photography with an eye towards the grand, has been richly rewarding both creatively and financially, lately however that hasn’t been enough. The feeling that I’ve been missing something may have been what triggered my eye for the intimate on this particular day.
I know it is the driving force behind my current interest in portrait photography.(Stay tuned for an upcoming post on that bit of shocking divergence from my past, “I’ll never photograph people,” way of thinking).
The next time you’re out photographing, remember the most compelling photographs are often found while isolating the elements of the scene within the scene. You never know what, or who might be looking back at you.
No more calls to board,
The last tickets to ride have long ago been sold,
Even the rails no longer pass,
Broken in spirit,
Yet not ready to succumb,
Maplewood Depot, Bethlehem, New Hampshire
In the darkness, forgotten amidst decay.
Hidden beneath graffiti and peeling paint.
Shadows of the past lie long in the fading light.
The ravages of time exacts its price.
If you wish, you may lurk in the shadows of others.
Morning fog and empty streets in Market Square, Portsmouth, NH.
Come play in the Street.