Archive for the ‘Photography’ Category

Swift Passages

August 27, 2011


“Dominican Monastery in Dubrovnik, Croatia” © R.L. Herron

I was updating this blog and my writing web site, Broken Glass, when I came across a blog written by another writer I admire and have met several times in a writing conference setting, Cindy LaFerle.

It was a peculiar piece of happenstance, because Cindy’s blog on August 23, 2011, happened to be about another writer we both knew, Margo LaGattuta. It seems Margo died on August 22nd. I did not even know she had been ill.

I wish I could say we were good friends. She was a lively, energetic person who loved the written word almost as much as she enjoyed teaching writing techniques to all the “wanna-be” authors who would flock to her writing conference sessions (myself included).

Her passing comes at a time when there are other, closer, tragedies that weigh heavily on our family, and remind me that we are all just temporary occupants of this time and place.

The events of the past few days served as my inspiration for this update, because they reminded me of the photograph I took, above, of the wonderfully peaceful Gothic cloister garden in the Dominican Monastery in Dubrovnik, Croatia, built in 1315. I cannot describe, not with any words that would do it justice, the overwhelming sense of peace that occupied that place.

It is a peace I wish I could share with my own family, and Margo’s, as we go through difficult times. Time can seem to slow to a crawl when adversity raises its ugly head, while seeming all too swift in retrospect.

The first stanza of a poem Margo wrote (and Cindy also featured) resounds loudly in my mind right now. We cannot know each other’s heart, or the duration of our time in history.

Therefore, we should always appreciate each event, in every day, as something that forces us to pay attention to our existence. We need to both honor and cherish our history and our heritage in order to understand the direction of our future. Poets have had it right all along, love is eternal.

I CAME BY A RIVER
and the journey flashed
through me like a light
year. Some electric sound
got me moving from
the original place over
mountains and dusty
windows outside of time.

Concentration

July 11, 2011


“Concentration” © R.L. Herron

For the past month it’s happened to me again; another case of writer’s block on my blog. What do you write about when you don’t feel like anything new has happened?

It isn’t as though I’ve not done any writing in the past two months … I most certainly have. I just started building a web site, called Broken Glass, for my writing efforts.

I’m working on short-story number fourteen and have a great idea for turning some of them into a themed anthology.

I’ve entered several writing contests with new material and just began working on a 300-word online Flash Fiction Challenge. I also have extensive notes written down for another story idea that occurred to me on a recent sleepless night.

The stories in my head are endless. All it takes to write them is the resolve to do it. Yet lately when I’ve sat down to write on this blog nothing comes to mind.

Then I came across this photo (above).

It’s a picture of my grandson taken on one of his visits. He’s sitting on the beach at the lake, totally absorbed in his playing.

Some of the toys in the picture his father used on the same beach. It seems like eons ago sometimes. At other times it feels like yesterday. I like the photo, for obvious reasons.

I also like it for reasons that have to do with the “why” of this blog. I created “Painting With Light” in the first place to explore the creation of good images with a pen and a camera. I think this shot illustrates the strength of a good composition.

The main action of the image, my grandson, is placed in the bottom and left third of the picture. The angled line of the water leads your eye to the tree and the branches of the tree lead your eye back through the picture to the tiny swimmer’s buoy in the lake, which directs your eye back to my grandson.

Your eye is directed, probably without your conscious realization, through the whole image.

I purposely waited until there were no boats or beachgoers in the shot, to strengthen the image of a little boy concentrating on his play.

I didn’t leave him undisturbed, because I did the typical grandparent thing … calling his name to get him to look at the camera. But those images, as cute as I think they are, are not as strong as this one.

And funny thing … my writing block is gone.

 

Dark Passage

May 18, 2011


“Dark Passage, Street in Venice, Italy” © R.L. Herron

I’ve been guilty of being sidetracked by the incessant political-speak on our airwaves. It’s hard to remember a time in the past two years the cymbal-clashing has been silent.

It makes me ashamed to get caught up in the finger-pointing, ‘we said/they said’ rhetoric. I wish our politicians would all grow up and learn what they really need to do is demonstrate some cooperation in getting the problems of the country fixed.

I’m not naive enough to think it would really happen, given the almost childish attitudes of our elected officials and the vehement polarity evoked by their lust for power, but I can always hope that somewhere people really do behave with civility, respect and a sense of common purpose.

However, I know all too well that probably only happens in Narnia (Google “The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe” if that doesn’t ring a bell), where even the animals know good from evil.

So I’ll content myself with talking about painting with light, which is why this blog began in the first place.

Photography, like fiction writing, takes advantage of the way light is perceived to produce its special results.

Like the picture above, where the dark shadows purposely frame the flower basket in the distance and the lines of perspective lead your eye into the light at precisely that point.

In any good story or any good image, light and shadow work together to create the whole.

Darn it! There I go talking politics again.

 


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