A short essay on photography and mental print
I still cannot stop taking mini snapshots of everything I see in my head. I think, one day, my over stimulated-sometimes-childlike brain is going to simply protest and ask me to just
be quiet Fiona. Just let me take is EASY for a few minutes.
But until then, I do not intend to slow my mental snapshot habit.
When I am able to:
1/ stop the car
2/ stop running
3/get the right angle
4/push my son out of the way
5/ get a moment where nobody’s walking right past me at THAT crucial point
6/ the light is awesome
7/ I want to share what I see
8/ or memorise it for digital-everness
9/ or randomly want to find out what result I get
10/ because sometimes you get LUCKY.
Then I take the shots, with my Canon, my iphone or anyone’s camera who is near me. Seriously, I have done that. Some people are so happy about and some just look at me like I’m this crazed type. In any case everyone’s reaction is right.
I use my Tumblr we-sensual a lot to share my work and sometimes the work of other inspired creators too. Today I share with you some recent shots whilst: training in the pine forest where I live in South West France, walking around, or one of the ten points mentioned above. I use simple filters if at all, I publish on Instagram sometimes but mostly: I do it for myself.
Because sometimes, just sometimes, I look at one of my photographs and see in it exactly what I saw at that instant. Beauty tinted by magic.
And I glow with satisfaction.