Day 3 Assignment: Water & Orientation
On this assignment we’ve got water for theme, our relationship to water, what it reminds us of, etc. I love water so ideas come easily here from how precious drinking water is to the way rain water trickles down a window, from how all rivers lead to the sea to how you never step into the same river twice…
As for setting up the shot, we have to consider its orientation: ie. would the picture work better in a landscape or a portrait format (horizontal or vertical).
I begin to understand that the photography is actually an activity that involves engaging your conscious mind rather than just your eyes. I always thought photography was about capturing the view the way I see it with my eyes – for memory’s sake. While there’s nothing wrong with that, I think great photos probably all have a clear idea behind them – although I suspect great photographers can shoot instinctively rather than having to analyse the process point by point before clicking. I mean I’ve got literally thousands of shots about water – rivers, lakes, rain, absolutely unbelievable number of pictures about the sea… &c. – but I doubt I’d find any among them that would actually succeed to show my relationship to water or that would give you the slightest impression why I must have shot that particular image.
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
Sea Fever by John Masefield