I love exploring new realms of photography. It forces me to re-think things I’ve failed at before and to push further with those things familiar. Sometimes, I’m stirred by a scene developing in front of me, so I snap an image— a person, animal, a moment caught up in the wind. Afterwards, I make a pass through to pick instant favorites and to star some for further review.
Some of my favorite photographs come about when I give them distance. I loved this shot, but knew that there was more in it than just a simple representation of a white ibis scratching itself.
As I converted it to black and white, I saw a hand take shape where there was a bird. Legs disappeared. And the water rippling behind became a shadowy memory of itself.
A fist, waiting to pound. A symbol of strength.
A bird, head tucked inside its own feathers for fear of fear.
What do you see? Who are you? The fist? The bird?
Somewhere in the waves between?