A Photographer’s Story – The Dance
There are times I see something unusual before I shoot an image. Something abstract. Something that creates a story in my mind that I can tell through my lens.
Today when I was out wading through 15″ of snowfall in Park Slope I found such an image.
I wanted to share the process. In my words. How the story began…and unfolded.
The story.
A story. It called to me. Begging to be told visually. Like a writer would create with words.
A carefree, strong woman. The solitary freedom of the early morning hour.
The elegance of a snowfall. Beautiful clothing provided by mother nature.
Silent music. A dance with nature. A twirl. Flowing. Joyful. An expression of individuality and passion.
The Dance.
{The image is downloaded. The story remains. The story is untold. The story evolves.}
The story evolves.
A carefree, strong woman. A precocious child. Memories made in the early morning hour.
The elegance of a snowfall. Special clothing provided by mother nature. A day for dress up.
Silent music. A dance for two. A twirl. Flowing. Joyful. A moment together.
A mother’s love. A child’s play. A shared dance. An expression of togetherness.
A story.
