I saw a white bird
sitting at the entrance to a pipe in the wall of an old Victorian building. I recognised the contrast between the hard, inert brick and the softness of the living
bird. The juxtaposition of textures was meaningful in itself, but I needed the
bird to move so as to make the contrast all the more evident.
And so I set the
camera on a tripod and focussed on the wall. I selected a shutter speed that
would produce enough blur to enhance the softness whilst maintaining the
identity of the living creature. And then I waited for the bird to fly,
releasing the shutter at precisely the right moment. I call it ‘Leaving’, and
it’s artistic.
Or I could say:
I was trying to take a
picture of this turtle dove sitting in a pipe in the wall, only the bloody
thing flew away just as I pressed the button. Better luck next time.
I offer no revelation.
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