Entering the 4th week of Kat's class "journey of recognition". Been amazed really how many wonderful tools and insights I'm encountering along this path. Thanks Kat, enjoying the ride...with or without a scooter.
In this latest "challenge", the task was to randomly/intuitively select an image that jumped out at us and write about it. I guess normally you start writing and find an image to fit, accent, or show your point, or have some image thought through that would be good to write about. This time....image first; words second.
Due to time constraints.....and yes, that damn inconvenience of work, I've started this exercise 3 times. A surprise; each time I've begun the exercise a different image spoke to me. Though "Flower Vendor" or "Still Runs" would have produced a result-maybe the same, maybe entirely different, -today I'm going with "Gull"
I took several images of this lone seagull....but only in this one was he/she facing away from me. It is not the first time I'm drawn to a subject from behind as the point of view. I find it a pattern in my images and well, it must be about something.
Some psychologist or therapist, insightful philosopher, spiritual guider, or dream interpreter could likely tell at once what that means about me, or my art, or my life, or my thoughts....but I don't know. Perhaps even amongst those who read my words-"ah yes, Susan does show signs of blah, blah, blah". How is it we're transparent to others and opaque to ourselves? Or perhaps it's just me.
Do you ever wonder if you're the only one riding on the "Clueless" Bus while everyone else seems to be on the "Sure Path to Knowing Exactly Where I'm Going" Bus...which of course is headed in the opposite direction?
Maybe this clueless-ness is an indication of pure genius or it may be an indication of being totally misguided. Or thirdly, feeling like this from time to time is just human nature. I'll buy that argument.
This image has a somber quiet feel. The fog, the lone gull, the looking out-observing, surveying, the blurred scene, the partially missing islands and boats in the distance. There's a sense that the gull is pondering what to do next, but still unsure as to what's out there or where to go. To move is taking a leap of faith and hoping for the best. Making that decision to jump, to fly, is one that can only be done alone. It comes from within, even if it has the support of others. The initial motion to change can only come from the individual.
but that is heartless, cruel, and brings 'round to sitting on the next perch and readying for the leap of faith from within all over again.
Okay, I get it. I'm the seagull.
The truth of the matter, the scene does convey that, but it's not what was happening. This was a bold and brazen gull daring to perch within inches of my friends and me eating lobster rolls and french fries on the wharf. He had beady eyes and a loud long call that trumpeted through the air insisting on being fed. We did not oblige and he turned his tail to scan where he might "score" with some visitors "from away" who would find him endearing.
Funny how I created some deep "thing" from a scavenger scene....which allows me to again quote Thoreau: "It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see."
How did I like this latest challenge? I'm all over it. I could do this again, and again, and again. Maybe I'm not so much meant to be a photographer, maybe I'm meant to be a writer. Hmmmmm....you may support that if you like, but don't push. As always, if you have read my soul searching, I really appreciate it. It's always nice to be heard.