"A photograph is shaped more by the person behind the camera than by what is in front of it"
- Canon Australia from Decou
A while back, Mum
bought two copies of a book called Shooting with Soul from our local
Art Museum. The intention was to work through the exercises in the book together
and share them with one another as well as with anyone who might be interested.
The book has been sitting on our shelves for far too long. (Who is counting
right?) Go back to June 2017, when I pulled the book off the shelf thinking
that we never even started the project. I called Mum up to see if she had her
copy of the book handy. She fished it out and we talked about starting the project. We did the first three exercises last year and then it ended up in
flames on the back burner. Not the nook, the commitment to the project.
At the turn of the New
Year, we chatted about it again and decided to give it a go. (I think we are
committed to it this time!) We set a
schedule to do one exercise a month as the year progresses. Hopefully this will
make it easier to keep an even flame under us to do it. With that said, I am admittedly
a bit late on posting the first one. Here is to good intentions
Exercise
1: Glimpses of you
Mum:
This shot embodies my faith as well as my love of
learning. I continue my studies to
become a certified Assemblies of God minister, and I focused on the work my
hands do when I am studying. Rewriting
my scribbled study/class notes by hand has always been an effective way for me to
study; and using color to emphasize the important bits and organizing the
scribbled chaos into something less messy is a significant part of my learning
process.
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| Photo credit: Mum (Canon EOS 50D) |
The feature I think of when I think of “Mum” is my
hands. They are always doing something;
they seem to rest only when I am sleeping, even then I wonder... I wanted to show my hands doing another
favorite activity – working with yarn.
This shot shows the last stitches of a very soft baby alpaca summer
sweater I’ve been working on for myself.
I love the feel of yarn sliding through my hands whether it’s being
spun, knitted, or crocheted (like the afghan that was made for my grandma
Martha many years ago).
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| Photo
credit: Mum (Canon EOS 50D) |
Ms. B:
There are often times when I love to just sit out on
the back porch and relax with a few of my chickens. They have wholeheartedly
become a part of who I am. Cuddle Bug, my little Buff Orphington, is an
enormous fan of getting snuggles. She hopped up on my lap, climbed onto my arm
and just wanted to hang out. These creatures bring out the best in me, most of
the time….
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| Photo
Credit: Ms. B (IPhone 5s) |
I have had natural curls from day one. All of the
photos my mother took of me as a child contain this halo of light blonde
curls. My hair has gotten darker over the years but the curls remain. I have
had a love/hate relationship with them all my life. It took me forever to
get ready when I was in high school because I spent a good 45 mins straightening
my hair with a flat iron. Fast forward
to the present, and I love my curls. I feel now that they are one of my defining features.
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Photo
Credit: Ms. B (IPhone SE)
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