I’m humbled by the many breath-taking places I’ve witnessed in my travels, and it’s often a difficult choice between attempting to capture a moment, or to simply live and enjoy the sight. Many of the most amazing things I’ve seen live only in my memory, and the memories of those who were with me; the mountain in Laos, at dusk, with the colossal cave containing small rivers and tumbling waterfalls, the neon green glowing mushrooms casting other-worldy glows as we descended in the dark.
But other times, I choose to frame, to take a moment, record it and put it into a context. To take a fragment of time and place and share it in a different time and place.
Photographers see the world differently. We look twice, three times, twist our heads this way and that. But what are we looking for? What is it we see within the frame of our mind? We see shapes and outlines and negative spaces. We see colours combining and re ections which play and shadows who dance. We see the world duplicate itself in the pools of water gathered after a drenching rain. We see angles and curves. We see imperfection in the detail and beauty in the imperfection. We see moments frozen for eternity. We see the stories written in the lines on people’s faces, we see emotion conveyed and received and captured in an instant.
These moments, these emotions, the colours and shadows and shapes, the reflections and details make our rugged world truly magnificent. And everyone sees them. Our world is rampant with opportunity to see something. The art in photography is to make people look twice, three times, twist their head this way and that.