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I was hellbent on getting a picture. Holding the camera again felt purposeful in a way it hadn’t for a long time and this was good. The growing distance between me and any kind of creative endeavour was an uneasy one. Anyway, composing and recomposing, moving all the pieces within a frame, changing the distances between one point and the next, like a testing of different balances – where the omission of one detail works and where another might not – then making a choice and immortalising a scene reacquainted me with a rare satisfaction.
This photo was taken just minutes before my Friday morning class, (a breezy four hour stroll through adverbs of frequency and basic tenses with a dozen high rolling Chinese). With a nine o’clock start fast approaching and diminishing opportunities, habit returned me to the staircase just outside the hallway. As before, the ready made geometry and strong shapes were persuasion enough and I took out my camera. Then, in that same instant, through steps we can only begin to see, came a very unexpected sun with spokes of light that printed on the wall a pattern of parallel lines. This intervention turned an unremarkable study into pleasing play of form and contrast. Meaningful joy ensued.
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Hastily wielded: LX3, ISO400, f4, 1/640
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