I can't believe that Michael is six. What has happened to time? How has my little nephew grown so fast?
I do have to say that Káva is an enthusiast.
I have slowing been going through the images I took when on a personal vacation in Alaska. I found this image of my nephew which I really liked but I felt that it lacked .... something.
The photo was taken at a low angle and I loved his expression but I found that my eye was drawn to the yellow stripe on his sweater and on the frame of the picture on the wall.
So what to do?
As I love Black & White images, I thought I would try the conversion to see what would come of it.
Much much better in my opinion. My eyes naturally were drawn to his eyes and the expression on his face.
But what would happen if I cropped it?
Darn it, I liked that one too and now I was stuck with two images that I liked. Which one do I chose?
This whole process brought an interesting point home to me. The image was trying to tell me something. Yes, I know that it sound corney, but I think that one of the things that makes the difference between snapshots and photography is the voice of the image.
To me, the cropped version is much more of a portrait. It focuses on my nephew. It tells a story of an individual.
The larger image tells more of a story to me of a person in a much larger context.
So what does that mean? It means that the art of photography exists in what you, as an artist, are trying to say. What feelings are you trying to convey or capture? Think about each image. Listen to what it is trying to say to you. As you study your images and work with them, you will discover your voice.
I found this article. It is from the St. Paul Dispatch written on July 09, 1964 written (from what I can guess) when my folks came home to have me. :-D
And I would like to point out that it is really strange to see a picture of my father without his beard. <G>
I turned the article over and saw "CANADA WILL GET COLOR TV for the first time next fall." How times have changed.
I found an old newspaper clipping about my great grandfather, Chester Griffin. Yes, he is the father of my 103 year old grandmother. Grandpa Griffin ran away to the navy in January 1901 when he was 15 years old. He served on the original USS Constillation and was on the first ship that sailed into San Franscisco harbor after the 1906 earthquake.
On November 21, 2011, I had to say goodbye to a piece of my heart. Mazlon came into my life on Dec 6, 2000. I had planned on doing Search & Rescue with her, but after working the Pentagon on Sept 11, I decided that I couldn't ask my child to do that. It turned out that Mazlon also had bad hips so it is proably a good thing that we never continued with the training. For the past 11 years, Mazlon went just about everywhere with me ... to work, to the squad, to friends houses, on portrait sessions, and helped raise my nephews.
Mazlon LOVED little critters and was constantly bringing me baby squirrels, baby rabbits, baby anything. Not a hair would be harmed on their heads and Mazlon always looked so proud of herself. Soooo ... I would carefully put them in a box and treck out to Second Chance Wildlife Rescue much to the disappointment of Mazlon. She loved her kitties and when Misha died, she went into a severe depression. It wasn't until I brought Leprechaun into the household long before I was ready that Mazlon started eating and playing again. Lep and Maz bonded and I became the incidental feeding machine for Leprechaun. Mazlon was definately the center of his world.
When I opened the door for the final time to carry Mazlon to the car as she could no longer stand or walk, I noticed that the herd of deer that Mazlon loved to chase and would often wait for Mazlon to catch up to them was standing at the edge of the woods in front of my house as if to say goodbye. It was as if God were giving me the final sign that it was time to let her move on to the Rainbow Bridge.
I know Mazlon is waiting at the Rainbow Bridge happily gathering up chipmunks, squirrels, and baby rabbits caring for and making a home for them. It is going to be a painful adjustment for me and my other fur kids. She had a wonderful final weekend in West Virginia where she got to sniff the smells of the past 150 years in Harpers Ferry and wade in the Shenandoah River ... swimming was her favorite sport.
On November 21, 2011, I had to say goodbye to a piece of my heart. This tribute video is a therapy for me and is comprised of a mixture of images I have taken over the past 11 years. Some of the images are of pretty poor quality taken with phone cameras and some of the earliest digital cameras. It is a long video (12 minutes) but since it was done primarily for me, I wasn't concerned about the length.
Mazlon, I miss you. You will always be in my heart. Have a blast at the Rainbow Bridge.
The songs used in this video are:
"All This Joy" by John Denver http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/all-this-joy/id428820994?i=428821025
"Somewhere Over the Rainbow" by Israel Kamakawiwo'ole
"Only the Ones We Love" by Tanita Tikaram