Hi.
This one I feel the need to write about. Yesterday I went back to Snoqualmie Falls and shot into the wall and mass of plunging water. I've seen few images of the falls that convey to me the thundering, shaking experience of being up close. So I stared into that crush for a while and watched patterns form and vanish. I was out beyond where the signs tell you stay back.
If you've been looking at my pictures lately, there's an ongoing use of bare trees as lines outlining positive and negative space. I'm fascinated by this right now. When I arrived at the base of the falls, there was this tree, and rather than try to work around it, I put it right down the middle. A friend asked recently, in a good way, "if photography is an art?", and I've pondered this for a while. It's a funny thing to say "I put the tree there." when really, I put myself in the place that put the tree there. Maybe there's art in choosing that exact place to stand.
I don't think about why I'm doing these things. I just move around a lot and look at things slightly sideways. I'm sure it looks funny from the outside.
Anyway, got home and what I saw was a photograph raggedly torn in half. This blog is not the end result of this image. I want to see it about five feet long, on substantial paper and have to wonder what will happen if I tear this print down the middle, following the trunk of the tree, and present it that way.
I also love the intense kinetic energies here, that just happen to be operating at two very different tempos and in opposing directions. Which might be the artiest thing I've ever said. And true.