full of indifference.

going home tomorrow. eh.

I am all about getting my six photos re-printed, matted, and two of them framed for the art show. Both are rather abstracted. One I am going to scan the neg, play with it on photo shop (dodging and burning only), and then print it nice and big. I love photography so much. Recently I realize that I see everything in photographs. I keep looking at how to compose things and looking past what an object is to its form and how the light hits it. I love light. It is so incredibly amazing. I love seeing how it shapes and forms things, how it bounces off and goes through materials, how it reacts with different substances, the way shadows are cast and things blend into the blackness of the silver used to make the photos. I love the way different kinds of papers create different feelings. The shiney brightness of glossy paper, the darkness of my Ilford pearl finish paper, the warmth and depth of a good fiber paper. All so delicious. It's amazing to think of all the varying degrees you can get in papers for black and white photographs. When I first started developing my own pics I never knew there could be a difference, and now it's so strikingly obvious to me that I wonder how I ever missed it. Who ever thought that little particles of silver stuck in some gelatin coating on a piece of paper could create such a striking, amazing, intriguing image. Who would have thought that something so mundane as a body or a stage light or a swan or an extension cord or kids on a carnival ride could be seen in such a way as to forget completely what you are looking at and see just the lights, darks, lines, and abstract shapes created. Showing people things in a different way and opening up new lines of seeing things and therefore new ways of thinking about them is so amazing. In doing so for others, you do it for yourself. To be able to visually share thoughts with those around you is an amazing ability.

enough of my preaching on photography and art.