Is it odd that I find human and poetic forms in all manner of natural occurrences? I hope not. Or maybe I do.
A nice surprise today when the Photolord contest featured “Tree, Sand Creek Badlands” as the daily photo winner. I can really tell, though, that I’m working with a new calibrated monitor between the two conversions of the RAW image. The pre-calibration image is too dark, so I’ve re-posted the calibrated one here.
Thanks again to Matt George and his work at the contest.
I nearly passed out when I found this tree yesterday. I have been searching for more than 15 years for a single tree in western Nebraska, on the right flat, grassy expanse, with the right clouds, at the right time of year, and I spent six hours with this one. I walked away with five usable images, one of which is this one.
Mark Rothko’s abstracts perplexed me as a teenage photographer; how could I, as an artist who was a child of the Paul Strand photographic reformation, reduce images to their true essence, simple explorations of color and light? I experimented for a decade with Renoir-style textures, Degas-inspired colors, and last January, with this Rothkoesque essay on the winter grass and tree belts along the Platte River. I have never Photoshopped this image; other than minor curves correction, the photo appears how it came out of the camera.
What are your thoughts (I’m looking for truth here)?
I often find the beauty of a location is in the details, and for many newcomers to the Sand Hills of Nebraska, that can be hard to see; after all, other than the Nebraska National Forest at Halsey, there are few, or often no, trees. Makings images here is about opening one’s eyes, and at sunset during winter, the light on this stand of grass caught mine.