Posting my monthly photos is such a pleasure that I thought I’d blog about it. Lately I’ve found myself thinking about how I write a little bit about the month that was and decorate that story with pictures. Every month I change everything on the page, so it all disappears – like a jazz improvisation, of which I’ve played a few. Badly. And a long long time ago :)
I am, of course, such a nitpicker that I like to make sure that each line in my gallery reads as a triptych that can tell a little story. Why do I make life complicated? I don’t know. That’s just me.
See? Above is a trio from the other day. I thought it was hilarious that the collar on a mannequin in a bondage store would read “Om”. WWGHS? (trans: What would George Harrison say?)
It’s not that I think of an image as a part of a story. I think, rather, that each photo IS THE story. So something about exhibiting is influencing what I shoot. And really? What’s wrong with that?
Two things about that is good. It forces me to look at an image from a number of angles. Not that I didn’t already do that. I’m obsessed with that. But this makes me reach a little deeper, and I’m happy about that. It also forces me to meet the rigorous standards set by my boss :)
I hope you enjoy this month’s Fresh Baked. Click here to get there.
If you like what you see, tiptoe through the portfolio while you’re here!
Until next time…