Sense of Place
The pinkish crystal grey blue haze of early dawn crossing over the clear turquoise skies of the south of France; the soft waters of the Clyde winding west below the Erskine bridge offering the widest panoramas; the unbelievable array of colours in the Smokey Mountains from rich reds to clearest vibrant oranges to deepest greens; crossing the Staten Island ferry passed the statue of liberty, and thinking of those looking for freedom and new beginnings;
the pure white sands of a nature reserve off Florida’s west coastline with only the seagulls for company; walking the south bank and the bridges over to St Pauls and I feel all the footsteps and the sense of history here; the bold drama of white capped peaks above Rannoch moor at Glencoe; a local walk from a broad waterfall to the forth estuary where the light is often bright grey; the late golden rays caress the mountain skylines as the train trip on my return from Edinburgh to Glasgow.
Sometimes we just experience magic moments and they are worth capturing.
Last week I heard a photography lecturer dissect the famous Bresson image for nearly 30 minutes. It appeared less about the image and much more about the words - but to me this famous shots is quite simply about a good reflection.
Photography is about what inspires us, and motivates our deepest passions and as with other art forms – it’ is about expressing ourselves. I take photos of many things; mostly festivals and live gigs. But I also appreciate photography of places – whether Ansel Adams almost spiritual back and white captures of the majesty of Yosemite Park. I have many ‘Treasures Places’
Quote – ‘Dawn was just coming up over the Grand Canyon, the creeping light illuminating each rock it touched with impossible shades of red, ochre, yellow and pink. You blinked and blinked again, involuntarily. That morning the canyon exceeded its billing as one of the rare places that surpasses anything a camera can capture. Meanwhile a dispelled bloke from Sheffield said yet again he was cold, he was hung over and wanted his breakfast. He gazed out over the astonishing vista, ‘Seen one Grand Canyon, and you’ve seen them all.’
Some people are like that. Place is just somewhere they happen to be… the dead of spirit don’t much mind if every room in every Holiday Inn is the same as every other room, if every Big Mac taste exactly like every other big Mac….’Ian Bell