There, again, in my peripheral vision. She does the half-body twist, giving me the look for the second time. I turn, catching her; it’s not one of pity, disbelief or even curiosity. No, this look asks “Why is he photographing that?“.
I remember then telling myself “Sometimes you’ve to make a lot of bad pictures to get to the good ones.“. That’s true – but even as the thought coalesced, I knew it didn’t apply here. It was… I mean…
Look, I was embarrassed. I was embarrassed, and I wanted to justify my standing, photographing, in a forgotten corner of EIT.
Truth is, I wasn’t photographing the bins on a whim. While doing my run-around of EIT I happened on them, and, as I stood there, hands in my pockets, I had this sense of order. Of forms, lines and colors just right. I had to come back.
You know, sometimes I wonder what it is I see. Do I imagine colors as brighter, lines more dynamic, contrast more pronounced? Why is it that this processing reflected what I felt better than the straight image?
What does this say of me as a photographer?