I often encounter some disappointment when I go out on a photo hunt. I think it has a little to do with my greed, in the sense that I almost always want to capture some kind of extended story. Or to display the observed object from all angles and in the right light in order to convey its perception as much as possible not only with your eyes, but also with your soul. But it often fails.
No matter how perfect the technique becomes, no matter what acrobatic skills and the ability to seize the moment I would not have, when I come home and evaluate my work, I often realize that 99% of the pictures did not meet my expectations. This in no way detracts from the pleasure gained from walking and hobbies, but it is a little sad, because there will be no next time, there will be no next attempt, we will not repeat the moment in 100% idnetichnost…
However, sometimes, among these failures, a ray of light may appear, the same 1%, even less, 1 frame that succeeded. Like a weak flame in a strong wind, it evokes a sense of awe and intimacy. You feel for it with all your soul, it becomes special, and you take it with you. Putting even more effort into it than for the whole shooting, during which it turned out, but in a slightly different direction, trying to bring it to the closest possible image of the result that you were striving for.
This post is the concentration of my failed pursuits of the multitude, which turned into the concentration of the essence in one frame. The crystallization of my aspirations in one copy, emphasized with the help of post-processing.
I will be honest, when a photo shoot is generally successful, it does not require much attention and time to process photos in the future, except if you are preparing for an exhibition. But I'm just an amateur who keeps tons of undecorated photo archives.
But these loners received special attention against the background of failures, they are dear to me and I can answer for myself the question why each of these photos bears a certain trace of melancholy on it. Probably because melancholy is the primary sign of the failure that gave birth to them, ruining hundreds of their brethren during the shooting.
This is not a bad feeling, maybe unusual for very active and cheerful people, but quite normal for the north. After all, as I have mentioned more than once, we live here in a certain minimalism, in stinginess of shapes and colors, in monotony.
And this pushes to a certain perception and lifestyle. Not only the visual environment, but also the weather, the air, the speed of life. Therefore, it seems to me, looking at these pictures, it is easy to imagine how they were taken.
Absolutely slowly, in complete silence, both inside and outside, focused and thoughtful. Maybe I didn't even have time to notice this moment of harmony myself, in pursuit of quantity, but I'm glad that it was possible to freeze it on film…
