Saturday, 24 August 2013

curtain, our dear friend

I often think about the stories in my photos: Where do they come from? Are there any?
There isn’t much I could relate with; I don’t know much about how other photographers' work on their stories and I don’t know how much I should try to learn from America’s Next Top Model. (If a right person reads this: this is an appeal of help for a proper photography tv show.)
I often see comments to other photographers about their great expressions of stories but usually it’s not anything that I could see in the photo. I don’t know how well I can see the story unconsciously but I don’t stop to think about a photo’s story when I see one. Maybe the most powerful photos do stop me but when they do I just don’t know why. This is something I really have to start working on: I don’t want to do "just pretty” shots for the rest of my life.
Though there’s another thing to this: how consciously have the stories in the great photographs been created? Have poets thought about everything people can read from their poems? I don’t think so. I don’t think I’d ever want to do a shoot in which I am in control of everything. This of course isn’t an excuse for why my photos might seem flat but I am not a person who will do preparations too far. I simply don’t work that way. I don’t yet know if this is a trait or a bad habit.
I should stop doing the thinking while I’m writing (because the text will be messy and weird and might not make sense due to sloppy writing) . This text would continue to perfectionism, obvious and subtle stories and who knows what else. I have written about this before and I have thought about this much more but I feel that I can’t handle the whole or finish the thought not to mention the text. Maybe writing is my way of processing thoughts?
I feel very incomplete. I feel that I don’t know what I’m doing or thinking or where I’m going. I often notice that I don’t know myself very well. But hey, isn’t that why I started this blog?
Enough of deep and troubling thoughts for today: here's something "just pretty" by which I here mean that there's no ideological background for these photos. We just wanted to play with the curtain and the sun and a reflector (in the last photo).




I promise: this is not the last time this particular curtain will be seen in my photos. Aino and I like it very much.

Tuesday, 13 August 2013

dream photo II

On the last shooting day of the camp we drove to Atte's summer cottage - an amazing place with the cottage, a garden, a lake, normal forest, rock (big and smaller) and very neat forest which I chose to be the location of my photo shoot (though in the photo you can only see rock).
I guess the assignment surprised everybody: another dream photo. It wasn't the only surprise but we had to use balloons in the photo. That confused me a little, I wouldn't have chosen balloons for my dream photo shoot, but I didn't get stuck. I got an idea.
Even the balloons weren't the last surprise: we also had to use a smoke grenade. Unlike with the balloon, I couldn't have hoped for a better component!

Considering the whole camp this was the day when I best succeeded at working with a vision. It wasn't as clear as the shoe advertisement vision but it became clear enough and I didn't have to show too much uncertainty to my team. Luckily everything worked very well and I got a shot I actually could call something like a dream photo.

Dream Photo 2

This was the first time I got something productive done in Gimp. The whole camp was full of experienced and beginning photoshoppers so I had to try when I had people around me giving advice. I'm rather proud of myself though adding some smoke is probably quite easy in the photoshop scale.

Here is a behind the scenes type of a photo. In this you can see the string holding the balloon and how the smoke wasn't too easy to control. I guess I should add that the smoke also wasn't too pleasing to breathe so huge thanks to the whole brave team!

Where are you?
I'm going to have to order some more of those smoke granades, that's for sure.