Where are the images? The ever elusive and always obscure compositions? Yes, the darting specters of reality evading capture at every turn in the road. Those recalcitrant nano-moments where space intersects time that refuse to enter the camera. Yes, those images that you so desperately want to capture even though, you don’t even know what they are!
I suggest to you dear reader that those images are already with us, lodged in the recesses of the mind, neatly shelved in the library of the brain. A technique is needed to obtain access to these images. Creativity and imagination coupled with perseverance are all grease for the sometimes rusty hinges of compositions door.
Photographs do not magically appear just because the camera is pointed and the shutter clicked. When flowers aren’t blooming or your subject fails to deliver that smile you want, if the animals and butterflies are all taking a break, if the light is flat or it’s windy and drab you must either go home, stay home and/or fire up your great steam shovel of creativity and capture an image. Good photographers are hunters and images are a keen quarry; practice cannot be denied if you are to find success and “seeing” the great photos is much more difficult than taking a snapshot.
Please consider “Water Sprite”. I had given myself an assignment one afternoon to use more backlighting in advancing the photojournalistic style of that facet of my photography. I had been looking for something a little different for several hours when I saw her, a little girl playing in a fountain. She seemed a little waif of a naked alien figure with her hands raised and lips parted in what seemed to be gestures of invitation to capture her moment in time. I “saw” my quarry from 150 feet out, the camera was up and the shutter clicking, the image was bagged and my self-imposed assignment was successful. My little Water Sprite just kept on spinning in the dancing sparkles of back-lit water droplets unaware that she had become eternally lodged in the portfolios of BBP.