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 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.