Observation #17: Good architecture sneaks up on you, I think. The building you’ve passed 1,000 times waits for the right moment, the right light, the right balance of elements and then WHAMMO! she whops you upside the head and says ‘Pay attention!’”
Observation #14: Monochrome. Black and white. Sometimes shades of gray make the best photographs. Sometimes, though, we need people in full color.
(This mural in Fayetteville, Arkansas was painted by Octavio Logo. For more on the piece, read this article.)
I’ve lived in Fayetteville, Arkansas for eighteen years now, and I’ve passed the old courthouse hundreds, maybe thousands of times. As an attorney, I’ve tried cases there. I’ve attended gatherings there. I’ve photographed it over and over, even used one of those photographs as a sort of icon for a lenten project at church. On Saturday, everything was so gray and quiet, I knew I had to catch my old love in a new light.
Observation #13: It’s possible to fall in love again and again if you appreciate the changing seasons, the shifting shadows, the new light.
Inspiration is everywhere these days. Is it any wonder? In these days of division and vitriol, don’t we all need some good vibes?
Observation #9: Good vibes don’t make themselves.
*For behind the scenes content join the inner circle. Photo taken at The Church On Morgan in Raleigh, North Carolina with my iPhone, edited with Lightroom Mobile.
On a trip to southern Louisiana, I saw the bones of the old oak. The erosion of the marshland, the encroaching salt water, the change in climate—all of it takes its toll on living things.
Observation #8: Bones make beautiful photos, though that’s no silver lining.
Enamored by its texture, its finger-pointing steeple, I took the photo of the old brick church in Mooresville, Alabama. I loved the landscape image, the way the facade stood proud when framed just right. But as I stepped back from the church, as I took stock of the building, I noticed the way the shadows and light played on the front porch, the way they seemed to peel the layers of paint on the columns.
Observation #7: Sometimes perspective comes by focusing on a piece of the whole.
After the Thanksgiving feast, the children took to the bamboo forest. They hunted, danced, warred between the stalks, children as they are. From time to time they came from the shadows, peeked out from behind the stalks, made sure I hadn’t headed for home.
Observation #5: Children love the shadows, but they’re comforted by light and fathers.