The photographer. The clutching hands whose face hides behind the rectangle, only capturing what is seen and felt thru the eyes of the beholder. As simple as it may seem, pushing the button and pausing a particular moment be it a burst of emotion during that second or a light breeze that catches the hair of the girl smiling at the camera, no, pausing something so exuberant or hauntingly beautiful isn’t easy. The right angle, the right moment. The connection which links the photographer, the ambience and the model. Moulding what is etched in the photographer’s mind into an expression in the form of a picture. Making the surreal real. Reflecting emotions, statements or colours out from the photo takes effort. Effort which almost everyone enjoys doing…
The model. The limelight-laden person in the picture. The eyes that glare back at the eye of the camera, boldly challenging ,” come on, give me your best shot.” the movements, usually light and naturally fluttering away as the flashes pop. Make the wrong move and the pictures spoil. Laugh, smile. Happiness is infectious and is always a good sight. They’ll express the photographer’s ideas, at the same time ensuring that they, too, are expressed.
Frankly when I look at my pictures. Vaguely grinning or laughing away. I’d think, that’s not me. And then I’d wonder, why bother taking pictures of myself. When I cant express myself right.
Which is why half my profile or camera memory is filled with photos of my friends…
