If I were a superhero, my power would be to get lost in thought quicker than a tourist in a foreign country without a map or a GPS to guide them. There would be no cape or no special armor to deflect whatever is hurled in my direction, just a beard to hide behind, my camera and the uncanny ability to find beauty in both darkness and light. Some of my peers tease me for my moody images, but sometimes I think they miss the point.
It’s the perception that photography is all about light. Mind you, it is, but so many get caught up in the technical aspects of creating a perfect image they miss all of the beautiful imperfections in between. There are stories to be told, whether it be two wooden benches, or a single limb reaching out to desperately hold on to its leaves, in a blurry, out of focus image or a simple misguided misfire of a foot in mid-step.
There is more to life than shiny lights and smiles that disappear once the lens cap gets put back on. There are stories. There are moments. There is happiness, sadness, misery and heartbreak, loss and love and beauty in all things simple. All of these things can be found in the moments in between, in little pockets of light, in the little pockets of shadows. There is so much beauty in the shadows and if anything my traffic-logged mind can focus on, to perceive above anything else, it is that.