Aura photography
Aug. 12th, 2008 12:24 pmAura photography is a subtle art. I spent a few days snapping her over and over. Sitting primly on her couch. Plucking a daisy from her small lawn. Taking tea with a Rotarian Imam. Playing bridge with thirty other late middle aged ladies. Surreptitiously playing Lego Starwars in a doctor's waiting room. Catching a tram in a light drizzle, stubbornly using an eagle-head black starry umbrella as an impromptu walking stick, with a little self-satisfied grin.
After a couple of days I'd passed on from interesting photos to abstract ones, delving for the revealing images. I had half-a-dozen from that moment just outside the tram, but only one was nice. I took that and played with it. Half an hour later, I had a hundred variations, the colours jagged and swimming, her face blurring out of recognition, all but that smile, against a backdrop of tram wall, yellow with a nuanced dark stripe, already looking like it was racing past her.
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After a couple of days I'd passed on from interesting photos to abstract ones, delving for the revealing images. I had half-a-dozen from that moment just outside the tram, but only one was nice. I took that and played with it. Half an hour later, I had a hundred variations, the colours jagged and swimming, her face blurring out of recognition, all but that smile, against a backdrop of tram wall, yellow with a nuanced dark stripe, already looking like it was racing past her.
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