Shell We?

“There are no rules for good photographs, there are only good photographs.”  Ansel Adams.  When is a photograph “good”, not necessarily Ansel Adams good, but good by your standards, when it gets a million clicks on Instagram?  When it’s liked 2K times on FaceBook or Twitter or when Pixolo says it’s in the top 1% of all time  or when 500X accepts your offering?  For me beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

We can’t all be brilliant; National Geographic wouldn’t know what to do with all the brilliance if everyone was great.  Most photographers and artists are so hard on themselves that they miss the woods for the trees, ultimately losing the joy of their creativity and feel so despondent they just stop. An artist I respect once said that all art is good, it just depends who looks at it, who criticises it and who has the soul to see what the artist was trying to portray.  Those were kind words from someone who is so hard on himself that he’s stopped being creative himself.

I had visions of sitting on a step with my Canon 100mm – 400mm patiently waiting and eventually being rewarded with a sighting of a Cape Robin taking a bath, he did it on Thursday after all.   No such luck.  I’ll have to go on a walk-about later to see what the Golden Hour delivers.

I look for shapes, lines and objects,  textures and colours matching and miss-matched.   The ever changing light creates mood swings and my perspective changes.  We go mussel picking and I see brush strokes in the sky as the sun sets.  When the light was quite grey the Flamingoes came in from the North, but it was too late for me.   

Today was just an ordinary day, a carefree, lazy Sunday, a relief after all the business of Easter. Let's see what tomorrow has in store.  

“Which of my photographs is my favorite? The one I’m going to take tomorrow.” – Imogen Cunningham

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