Bob Yankle wrote:
... Graham I consider you one of the great teachers here (the Japanese would label you Sensei). If I ever got even half as good as you, I'd be satisfied. But I realize, it's like the rest of photography ....... practice, practice, try some new techniques, practice some more, and merge what you know with what you've learned.
As to contentment or sadness, I'd opt for resignation.
MEZZOTINT! (Sorry! Didn't mean to shout.) Mezzotint was the word for the technique I was groping for the other day. Graham
Sensei,this technique you are using looks like mezzotint, and so far as I am concerned is
perfect for this picture, and the others I've seen where you've used it.
We could all go on and on about why the picture is technically perfect, from exposure to composition to just the right degree of sharpness to placement to burning down the bag and yada yada.
What I think the picture really is, is emotionally
perfect.What I am now calling the "Graham Rule"
Well, if this were in a gallery I'd like that they provided this nice bench so I could sit and look at it. (I'm not gushing. Well, I'm trying not to.) I linger long over this picture and wonder, wonder, wonder.
I've opined elsewhere that
not every picture has to tell a story, that it's like the difference between "program" and "absolute" music. In a sense this picture does not tell a story either. It grabs you by your lapels and asks a thousand questions.
Sadness? I think it's resignation, too.
Does he smoke his butts 'til they burn his fingers because they are so costly? Or does he pick up the half-smoked ones at his feet and smoke them down?
His shoes don't match the rest of his clothes. Salvation Army?
His clothes seem reasonably sound and warm but ill-fitting, too big. Yes! Salvation Army!
Okay, I need to shut up. I yap and yap (figuratively)
:thumbup:
(I should add that I never do street photographyfar too shy.)