Speaking with fellow photographer Pavel recently got me back to thinking about why – and what – I photograph.
The tagline of 35hunter is “hunting for beauty and balance”, and one of the literal ways I do this is with a camera, seeking subjects and compositions that I find beautiful, then capturing them with a camera.
If my mood is not so bright, this process helps restore my faith that there is beauty in the world amidst all of the chaos and disarray.
Perhaps on these occasions I seek more obvious beauty, like a flower or a tree or a picturesque landscape.
But perhaps sometimes the type or the tone of the beauty I’m drawn to is different.
Until a few months back, I’d photographed predominantly in black and white for almost a couple of years.
Whilst I was still shooting for beauty, sometimes, perhaps often, it was far from the typical, obvious beauty I mentioned before.
Take this photograph for example.
Yes, it’s a picture of flowers, and tulips at that, one of my favourites.
But the flowers aren’t all prettily perfect, heads raised and bathing in the sunlight in the prime of their bloom.
They’re obviously past their best, the rain has battered them down, and they’re on a grave.
Not exactly a happy image.
But I know when I made this photograph I found the composition striking, and moving, and had to capture it as best I could.
The tulips were obviously there in remembrance of the person whose grave it is, so were put there with love, and this gives the scene an emotional resonance that a bunch of wild flowers blooming in the woods wouldn’t have.
That they weren’t still fresh and upright I found poignant, and the stems and leaves appeared to be collapsing like a ballerina into the fabric of her dress, exhausted after a prolonged stage performance of divine beauty.
Another day I might have walked past the grave, dismissing the scene before I’d even registered it, instead being on the lookout for bright and attentive tulips, like this.
But on this day, that bunch of tulips, fallen from grace (or bowing their heads in respect) on a loved one’s grave, really spoke to me, and I had to capture them.
I have many examples of far more bleak photographs that to some might seem like junk dumped in the woods and left to decay, for example, devoid of any kind of aesthetic appeal.
But again, I suspect at the time I made these kind of photographs, I was trying (perhaps subconsciously) to match my mood, rather than enhance it with something obviously pretty.
Which sometimes can be more comforting, than trying to make yourself happy in a forced kind of way.
I’m still pondering this whole question, and find it intriguing.
But how about you? Does your mood influence your photographs, or do your photographs influence your mood?
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