I never expected that writing, like I have been doing for the past seven months, would open my eyes and ears as it has. I hear things differently (I am learning to listen), and I see things differently (I am learning to look). Or maybe, I’m finally paying better attention to how I’ve always heard and seen the world around me.
Not long after I began the blog I started taking pictures, making use of this newly discovered looking and seeing. At first, I was only after attractive pictures that would add a bit of interest to the word-heavy blog, snapping shots both to illustrate posts and to use in the header, the picture across the top of the page. I soon learned that only certain photographs look good in a long, narrow, horizontal space. I quickly began seeing, without even trying, lines. I saw lines in buildings, gardens, nature, people, and more. As I looked for lines I started seeing other things: the interplay of angles and edges, light and shadow, juxtaposed colors, and more.
I’m writing more these days than I ever have, yet I barely dare call myself a writer. I certainly do not think of myself as a photographer. Still, along with all the writing, I’m also clicking away. Little by little, I’ll be posting pictures at The Life Literary’s online photo presence. Use the new link at the top of the right-hand column or click here: Photographer Wannabe’s Pics.
Also gradually, I’ll be adding captions, some maybe even clever or funny. I plan to link groups of photos to posts and projects. Let me know what you think, especially if you see a picture you particularly like.
