Time is but a relative concept~ cyclist~ Shanghai
As I began to get very inspired by artists and photographers who mastered the art of blur, I decided to give it a go and experiment with it in both dslr camera and iPhone. It took me on a journey today thinking about motion, time, vision, impressions and how they all come together in a magical dance to capture that special moment when time can be slowed down and dragged slowly to transport us through portals between the two worlds of now and then. Time is a very relative concept if we think about it and I often do. We feel it slowing down, speeding up, and standing still depending on our mental process. Last summer I had a near fatal car accident while driving the car very fast on a Germany autoban and the moments between the time the tire exploded and the car eventually coming to a stop after bumping along the side the highway felt like a slow eternity. The world just stopped and all became a clear blur if that makes any sense. There was more room for thinking slowly and calmly and the regular rules no longer applied.
So time, elastic, not fixed, blurry edges, enigmatic, just like life itself.
early morning on a Hanoi pavement
It has been a challenge to keep the daily posts on time during this trip. Arrived in Beirut on July 5th to find a national internet power down, so here, doing the best I can.
One of the great struggles a street photographer has while walking in a new city is trying not to be overwhelmed by the flood of new impressions. In a city like Hanoi, you see so much that you wish to capture and in some cases too much of a good thing has its adverse effects. At times like this, I just stop, slow down and look around with my eyes quietly to let them lead me to my next shot. I was very much caught by this woman at the early morning hours as she set up her portable fruit stand on the pavement and was getting herself ready for her day’s work. I reflected on her life and how in this life we had different lots, different destinies, and I wonder at all the events that caused things to be this way…
little red shoe ballerina
Life is a series of tiny moments stringed together with emotion. Throughout this string are some impressions that just stand out and demand to be remembered. A writer might write about them, an artist might immortalize them with their brush, and us photographers, we pray that our camera is there within arms reach to capture that moment and use it again and again to take us back there, to the place where we felt something movingly significant.