View over my back deck, April 2011.
About My Photos
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I take photos to be delighted by
another point of view. The content of a snapshot comes from what I point the
camera at, and what happens during the camera’s delay after I press the button
and when it snaps the shot. Also, this camera has a unique way of capturing
light that can be a delight.
On a recent day, while waiting for a traffic signal, I photographed a lavender hedge in the meridian beside me. The shutter snapped just as a car in the opposing lane entered the picture, catching an angle of glare on their windshield and on my passenger window. The result was a subtle frame of a wide blooming lavender hedge. On a different day, the camera picked up light shafts on a river as the light appeared to stretch from the water toward the sun. Those beautiful light rays were only visible through the camera lens.
My childhood Instamatic used 110 film, had a four-inch stem between it and the attachable flash, and the pictures were a little grainy. I loved the texture that camera added to my view of the world. I would finally get to see the photos I took several days to a week after snapping them, after filling the roll of film and then taking it to be developed. With the cell phone camera, there has been no waiting around. I see the picture immediately, and can choose to delete it before anyone sees. This immediate gratification removes any possible awkward anticipation or creeping dread when waiting for film to be developed.
This cell phone camera is an HTC Incredible, with an 8 megapixel resolution, flash that can be on, off, or automatic. It auto-focuses its subject, and has a zoom option. It collects a lot of information that would print out at 45 by 11 inches. Every picture requires a little manipulation before I print or use online. Luckily, the Mac makes simple editing fairly easy and quick.
The camera tells the truth, but it embellishes. Each photo tells a story. This satisfies my writer’s heart.
Contact Wendy Sterndale: ws(at)wendysterndale(dot)com
On a recent day, while waiting for a traffic signal, I photographed a lavender hedge in the meridian beside me. The shutter snapped just as a car in the opposing lane entered the picture, catching an angle of glare on their windshield and on my passenger window. The result was a subtle frame of a wide blooming lavender hedge. On a different day, the camera picked up light shafts on a river as the light appeared to stretch from the water toward the sun. Those beautiful light rays were only visible through the camera lens.
My childhood Instamatic used 110 film, had a four-inch stem between it and the attachable flash, and the pictures were a little grainy. I loved the texture that camera added to my view of the world. I would finally get to see the photos I took several days to a week after snapping them, after filling the roll of film and then taking it to be developed. With the cell phone camera, there has been no waiting around. I see the picture immediately, and can choose to delete it before anyone sees. This immediate gratification removes any possible awkward anticipation or creeping dread when waiting for film to be developed.
This cell phone camera is an HTC Incredible, with an 8 megapixel resolution, flash that can be on, off, or automatic. It auto-focuses its subject, and has a zoom option. It collects a lot of information that would print out at 45 by 11 inches. Every picture requires a little manipulation before I print or use online. Luckily, the Mac makes simple editing fairly easy and quick.
The camera tells the truth, but it embellishes. Each photo tells a story. This satisfies my writer’s heart.
Contact Wendy Sterndale: ws(at)wendysterndale(dot)com