A soft murder

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“To photograph people is to violate them, by seeing them as they never see themselves, by having knowledge of them that they can never have; it turns people into objects that can be symbolically possessed. Just as a camera is a sublimation of the gun, to photograph someone is a subliminal murder – a soft murder, appropriate to a sad, frightened time.”
― Susan Sontag, On Photography

Sometimes when I have taken a photo like the one above, it does feel like I’ve captured a facet of the person’s personality they would not want the world to see. Continue reading

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Life is blurry

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“There is nothing worse than a sharp image of a fuzzy concept.” ~ Ansel Adams

I have always been intrigued by the desire in photographers for producing razor-sharp images. I mean, why should every tree, every cloud, every cat whisker be defined clearly and sharply. In real life, when I look at a cat I don’t admire each and every individual hair on its body. Or admire the clarity of its eyes. Or when I look at a tree, I don’t see how sharply delineated its leaves are. I just enter the presence of its being. When I take a photograph, it’s because the beauty before me has touched me somehow and I would like to capture it forever. Continue reading

How to photograph a lamppost

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Evening. I am out on my walk. Bright sunlight. After a while I realise that the nature of the light has changed, has become filtered, surreal, like as if God had turned on the special-effects button. I look up at the sky. The sun was inching slowly towards the horizon but was hidden behind huge masses of clouds which looked like a cotton mattress had burst its seams and floated up into the sky. Out comes my mobile. No, I don’t have a hotline to the sun and neither to the clouds. But I do have a rather good camera on it. Read the rest …