I’ve always said I “don’t do people”, when discussing photography, at least. Meaning that I don’t take pictures of people, especially portraits. But a recent question on one of my yahoo groups got me reflecting…
If you could photograph any person alive or not alive, who would it be?”
And while that’s a question for a different forum, it got me thinking about the kinds of people pictures I do take….. SO, for your consideration (and hopefully enjoyment), a collection of my people shots, that have been recognized:
Monthly Finalist BetterPhoto.com, 05/2003
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Monthly Finalist BetterPhoto.com, 06/2003
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Monthly Finalist BetterPhoto.com, 07/2004
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Monthly Finalist BetterPhoto.com, 04/2005
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POTD Shutterbugs.com, 05/2005
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4 comments:
the boy on the wall is a poem, i swear, a poem in color!
Wow, thanks so much Sherry, that means a lot, coming from a poet!
This is a favorite of mine, though flawed. It seems (to me, at least)to hold the essence of dozens of possible stories.
Reality is not overly interesting: that's my son (then barely 5 y/o), duing a trip to Disney world (3/2005). He was just too tired to walk another step, with the associated grumpies at being far from a place to lie down...
poems are not always reality. sometimes they are factual, sometimes they are fanciful, but there is always a bit of the poet's essence in all of them. so too, the photographer and the subject both their spirits are in each photograph yet each one that views a photo or a painting, reads a poem or sees a sculpture, they see them, read them through the filter of thier own experiences, their own temperments and so they see a bit of theirselves or their lives in each piece. your son, on that wall, he could be the central figure in so many tales. me, i'd frame this if i were you and keep it always.
Well said, Sherry...
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