I can’t decide if I’m trying new things or old things here with this image. When I began messing around with photography, I would play with weird angles and such to see what I would get. My images became known as “Val shots,” a nice way of saying “artsy fartsy!” (I choose not to take offense…) But in my progress over the past few years, I become too rigid in pursuing the perfect image. I forgot to play.
So when exiled from the house for yet another fruitless showing and with His Beagleness in tow, I ventured to the local outdoor mall to practice some macro flower work. While snapping away at the fabulous floral offerings, the lightbulb went on and I realized I hadn’t truly experimented… nay, played… in ages.
Sadly, I only got a few (ahem!) “Val” shots in before the skies opened up on me but it did rekindle my inner-photography-rebel who is willing to throw out the “rules.” Time to dig out my copy of One Thousand Moons by Eddie Soloway to keep that spirit alive and get back to the Val who would mess around with the infinite possibilities of glass and mirror…
Man is most nearly himself when he achieves the seriousness of a child at play. – Heraclitus