photography is quirky.
there are things that must be done
to make the light and angles work for you, that aren’t at all apparent
when you look at the final photos.
on friday, i crouched
below the white bridge railing,
pulling a stray branch through the slats
just below the view of the camera’s lens, so that the knitting nestled
in the branches that i wasn’t manipulating.
caryn stood on her tippy toes
on top of a bench
leaning at an almost impossible angle to get
the sunlight to hit in good places and not land where it would wash out the scene.
i stood smiling as the heels of my furry clogs sank slowly into the muck
because it was the best place to capture
the water’s reflections
caryn, without a peep,
lay flat on her stomach on wet bridge planks
shooting across the pond
to get the perfect
angle on the little boat dock that held the knitting.
it’s stuff that made us laugh,
and hold our breath
at almost the same times.
then there was the getting of this shot below
(and i asked caryn to snap a picture of the picture being taken).
we’d found the exact section of worn bridge
that we wanted as a backdrop, but it was in full-on sun.
so, i stood holding the sides of my jacket
spread superman style like wings
to create enough shade that caryn could snap the inside of the bag shot
that we were going for.
now, i may be biased, but i do think we look at bit like superheros,
me with my ‘cape’ and her arm up as if ready to fend off any foe…
if you only get to be a superhero once in a lifetime,
i guess i’ve had my go at it.
and it sure was fun.
‘lifetime’ taken from 30:5 of the psalms.
photo courtesy of caryn scanlan photography.