My blog entries are usually put together in about an hour. I select the 9 images, write the text and upload in that time. Occasionally I have the time to select the images in advance, and save them for a rainy day. When I do this, I don’t normally revisit the images, but on this occasion I did. And I find it intersting to note that I wouldn’t of picked exactly the same 9 if I’d done it today. Maybe it’s because when I pick the 9 images, I just choose the ones I like on that day. Or maybe it has something to do with mood, or frame of mind. Maybe tomorrow I’d of picked another different set. Or maybe not…
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So once again, I find Camera and Wife pitted against each other. This time however, she had a friend along as a distraction, so I was a little more free to take the kind of pictures I wanted.
One of the things I love about working in Black and White is the way I can concentrate on patterns and form. I can produce images that are based in detail, and which sometimes only tell part of the story, leaving the viewer to thing about what the image may be a part of. Where do those steps lead, or where have they come from? What exactly is that pattern a part of? In the end, the viewer is left to make up their own mind about the images, and what they show.
Of course some of the pictures show the whole story, or at least we think they do. But again, maybe the image does not show us everything it could. Are the dear really behind a fence, and the wide aperture has thrown it so far out of focus it can’t be seen? Are they free to roam among the visitors to the park? Are they tame? Or in an enclosure?
Enough rambling, please click on the image below to see the full gallery as always.
Playgrounds can be eerie places when they are empty. Especially if it’s still reasonable early. It was dinner time, so most of the kids were probably at home eating their fish fingers or beans on toast, and the rest had been sent packing by the huge downpour of rain that had recently happened. I hid under some trees and tried not to get wet.
After it had stopped raining, I ventured out and took what I hoped would be a set of images that captured some of the atmosphere of the park. It was broad daylight, and only 5.30 in the evening. Apart from myself and a solitary dog walker, the park was empty. The swings were still, and the whole place felt abandoned, in a Sci-Fi movie kind of way. Like everyone left in a hurry.
I think this is documentary, because I wanted to tell a story. Unlike my previous series in the park, these images have a story behind them, about the rain.
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Owning a small child means I spend quite a lot of time in parks. Usually carrying a scooter, or pushing a bike that Small Child has become tired of.
Although this is not the most inspiring set of pictures, I think they help in my quest to understand what documentary photography is. These, to me, are clearly NOT documentary. While they are all of the same place, they do not tell any story, beyond being a record of how the park looked on that day. And without a story, I don’t think it’s documentary.
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