I struggle to define the goal of my photography at times. Often the best I can do is, "I want to take really cool photos." Yeah man, totally, but when I think of brilliant photography, I think of an exhibition called The Family of Man.
I used to "read" this book every night in bed. The shots are all in black and white. What makes black and white photography so special? The ubiquitous dichotomy of our daily lives perhaps? In Earth's Dream-Boat Sails, Sri Chinmoy says, "Dreaming in black and white signifies the union of darkness and light, night and day, negative, destructive forces and positive, constructive forces." This answer supplies a different perspective on the situation and one that satisfies me.
I searched my hard drive and found this portrait I took of my brother Steven. It is in colour, but the colours aren't exactly true to life. This looks superior to the black and white version I also made. I am pretty fond of desaturating pictures at times. I guess that means turning the colours down - the wonders of the digital playground.
While looking around, I came across another old shot, a scanned B & W negative. The happy children of Vanuatu. I love how the kid on the left looks so approving.
In the eye of the other I will see myself. That is poetic enough to satisfy my photographic aspirations. I just need to say a little prayer when I press the shutter, because God has very big ears.
The title of today's post is the first line of my Latin text book in high school. It means, 'Here in the picture is...' It seemed apropos. Once I remembered the rest of that sentence, and could even recite quite a few of the following lines with an odd thrill; but all things go.
Anyway, today it turns out if ends with '...me' - which needs no translation either way.