When one looks at photographs from Africa, the ones I most remember all share a common theme. It is what I describe as the essence of it, something not easily defined except to say that the work remains in my mind because of its complete simplicity.
Finding simplicity is not easy, in fact it is difficult, very difficult.
I have turned to processing some of my images in Black and White, it was the first medium I worked with many years ago with my old Petri 35mm camera, smelly chemicals, and hours and hours in a darkroom. Now, with just a few technical adjustments in software, I can create something that I could not do then.
Call it nostalgia. It reminds me of decades ago when the images I saw were striking in their portrayal of places I thought I would never visit. And now that I have been to Africa three times the old images are still reminders to me that it is my task to capture the essence of the animal.
Sometimes this means that one should abandon what others want from you, it means stepping back, finding grace in simplicity, finding beauty in a photographic work that is not sharp or highly refined.
What one is left with are just impressions, passing memories of a special morning somewhere far away, still there in one’s memory, like the light in a loved one’s eyes, always there, sometimes returning to the concious mind.
Perhaps I shall never achieve what I am after with these works, I will keep striving to find that special way to convey to you the natural world as I see it. Sometimes I might use vivid and dramatic colors, sometimes just subtle hues, and then sometimes with nothing more than a few pixels spread across your screen which recorded the essence of what I saw and remember.
There are few who have found the light that dances. I am one among them.
I will never stop the search, I will simply keep trying to capture it, for in the end, the light that dances does so in my mind’s eye.
More to come . . .