I ran across Dutch Goes the Photo’s Tuesday challenge. His word of the week? Golden.
Have I got a golden shot? Abso-freaking-lutely. And a story behind it, as well.
This shot was taken in August of 2010, in the midst of my high priestess time. I call it that, because I was in a studio apartment in the middle of downtown, was walking all over the place to keep the walls from closing in on me (studios are, by their very designation…SMALL living spaces), and had just realized what a wonderful energy the Fox River generated at the small dam visible from my unit’s windows.
Yea, I was drunk on the vibe and the freedom I had acquired by the move and the ending of my 12 year marriage.
Prior to the taking of this shot, I didn’t consider photography a viable art form. You didn’t do anything to produce the image, after all, except push a button. The gadget did all the damn work.
This shot was taken on a cheap point & shoot camera. It was one of a series I took in the early AM. I have to say, this wasn’t the shot I went out to take that morning (that composition didn’t gel in the slightest), but was one last click taken as I was headed back to my building.
This is the photograph that changed my mind on the photographic arts, turning me from a cynic of the art form into an active participant. And though I cycle through artistic expressions (in my half-century above the ground, I’ve written, painted, drawn, carved, etched, sculpted, sewn, braided, photographed, photoshopped, and made interesting things with bits of metal), photography is still pretty high up on my list of ‘I’m bored…what can I do today?’ projects.
I even wrote up my story about the dread pink menace earlier in this blog: Oops..I broke the Dawn