Pear or Person? It doesn’t matter. They’re both old. I don’t usually make this kind of photograph but seeing the old wrinkled pear on our kitchen counter made me think of this conceptual shot.
I haven’t posted for a long while and I apologize for my silence. The truth is my photography method and output is starting to change and I’ve been wrestling with this evolution. First, my love for the fanciest camera gear is waining. My Fuji T3 and lenses have been put up for sale and in its place I’m using a small EOS M6 II with just one lens. There is quite a relief associated with this change. It’s probable because there is more time to think about what I want to say and less time worrying about what gear to use.
The photograph above is an example of this evolution. It’s not a street photo. It is posed and edited to convey the feeling of old age. I don’t plan giving up street photography entirely but I’d like do do more work like this.
Nice to be back with you!
I’ve been to this place hundreds of times. It’s land that was once owned by a old relative of mine who loved growing things, especially trees. I’m embarrassed to say in spite of all those visits, I never really “saw” those magnificent trees. In this photograph my wife is touching one. To me, it looks like she’s patting the universe.
We went to Boston’s Antiquarian Book Fair recently. This post and the next one will share some of the pictures I made there.
This first one is of an old book seller with his eyes closed. It looks like he’s dead. Actually he was in fact very lively and looked like he was doing a brisk business.
As we age it takes more and more effort to look stylish. Some succeed some don’t.
Not much to say about this except I like the juxtaposition of the ages and color tones and putting the two images together messes with my mind.
Everywhere one goes ads bombard us with promises of beauty, youth, fitness and yes, even enlightenment. The truth is they are lying. This tired elderly lady sitting under the sign for a fitness class speaks to this reality much better than I.
One morning, without warning, you see an old person staring back at you in the mirror. It comes as a shock to realize that wrinkled face is yours.
I probably don’t need to say anything more.
Lord save us all from old age and broken health and a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms.