Here in the U.S., patience seems to be in pretty short supply these days. We’ve got a president who wants COVID-19 to disappear quickly so he announces that he wants less testing in order to get the country to think things are getting better more quickly than they are. We’ve got governors opening their states up too soon. Finally, unaccountably, some of us have stopped wearing masks because we’re convinced we’ve worn them long enough and any longer impinges on our political freedom.
Call me a cautious old guy, but as far as I’m concerned, the pandemic is most certainly not in our rearview mirror yet. Yes, stores are starting to open and outside dining is permitted and more and more people have stopped wearing masks but I don’t trust the current optimism. I feel it may be like a child hiding by covering their eyes.
I’ve heard photography pundits say, quite often in fact, that the use of color in a photograph can be seen as a crutch used to disguise poor composition. I agree that’s certainly possible but, I would contend that sometimes color becomes so powerful it can be thought of as the subject itself.
For instance, last Sunday while walking through Boston Public Garden, I came upon this balloon seller sitting behind his wares. I snapped off a quick shot and in Lightroom I cut down on the exposure and changed the format to square. In this case I would contend the color is the photo’s primary subject. (Unless of course baloons are your thing.)