My Muse is not a person, it is not a tangible thing. It has always without doubt been based on very deep emotion at any given time in my life and is therefore a fickle and changeable thing.
I took this photograph after I had made a decision that I was going to move to where I am now. In those early days when I look back at my photographs they were without a doubt taken from a very hopeful point of view, yet tinged with a little bit of doubt which I shouted over with.. ‘Hey, This is me, I am going it alone with my kids and we are going to be ok, we will always be ok.’
And we are.
My muse (for want of a better word) comes from within. It is born from strength, pain, happiness, loss, hope, despair, love and longing. Basically just bloody raw emotion and without that we would not have any great art, books or photographs.
That sums muse up for me and this photograph is the epitome of that because the subject, lighting and texture of it can still transport me right back to every second of that moment in time and exactly how I felt when I closed the shutter, each and every time I see it.
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I went out today to try and get a shot just for this challenge. This is the one I went with from the local car show, which was so packed it was difficult to get anything other than just go for up close and personal.
If there is one thing that sends tingles down my spine and butterflies in my tummy it is a good old airshow. I love them. Especially when the RAF Red Arrows are involved. Today I was able to photograph them again as they did a show above the pleasure beach for the opening of the new ride Skyforce.
Now, there is not a chance in hell that you would get me on the ride but it was a great opportunity to see these amazing pilots in action.
All taken with my Tamron 18-270 lens which is my absolute go to lens for airshow shots.
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I haven’t posted a broken photo yet but in the meantime here is one from Jill showing her photographs and talking about an amazing local artist.. We are so lucky where we live to have such a rich tapestry of talent.
Originally posted on jillreidy:
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Broken.”
A cardboard box. Broken chalks and pastels, every shade, nestling in powdery remains. A scrap of paper, blue and creased. An empty coffee mug, stained with colour, half full of muddy liquid, abandoned in a burst of inspiration.
Who would have thought that these tiny damaged chalky stubs could be transformed into images of such energy and verve? Such vivacity. Artist and dancer, Sam, sweeps colours over paper, lost in creativity. A dancer begins to take shape, flies across the page, head thrown back, limbs wide, feet off the floor…..pure joy.
The pastels might be broken but the dancers are still dancing…….
I have posted this photograph before but it is perfect for this challenge so here it is again. I was asked recently by someone if I ‘photoshopped’ this shot. (How very dare they!) The answer is no, what you see is what was captured and I spent many, many hours in the wind, cold and rain to capture it. I process my photographs in the same way that most other photographers do (I shoot in Raw mostly with seascapes so usually tweaks in contrast, highlights, curves if required and conversion to black and white in Camera Raw.) However, I am very firm on the fact that I never add anything that wasn’t there or manipulate an image and to be honest I am not really that competent with editing to do that. This is simply an example how much of a force of nature our sea can be.
More forces of nature here.