Posted in Food, Mid-life blogger, Photography

Intentional Photography: The Black Glove series

A few weeks ago, the word for our Word a Week photography challenge was orange. I had the idea of taking a photo of half an orange being squeezed to make orange juice.

We tried out a few shots, then Tim (who was doing the squeezing) asked: ‘how about I wear a black glove?’ and so the Black Glove series was born.

This morning was very wet and very windy, thus the perfect time to squeeze some more fruit. It’s a messy business, so we turned the garage into a makeshift studio.

I don’t know what I’m going to do with these images, apart from share them here, but that’s not really the point.

The point is, I really enjoy the process. There were aesthetic decisions to make: how to hold the fruit, where to put it in relation to the light, how much to squeeze, when not to, where to put the fruit in the frame; and then there were technical decisions: do I need the reflector? One light or two? Do I need to feather the light? Side lighting or front?

And that’s mostly what I enjoy about the process: being intentional.

Intentionality

When I did part of a photography course a number of years ago, one thing was emphasised over just about anything else: ‘intentionality’. Being intentional in photography is being deliberate about the decisions you make in relation to things like choice of subject, composition, lighting, equipment, post-processing.Now, I love wandering around, seeing something of interest, whipping my phone out and taking a photo of whatever’s captured my attention as much as the next person. But I really love being intentional.

I can remember when Tim first gave me a camera – I’d make all kinds of decisions I really didn’t know how to make – about lighting, composition, and what I wanted the image to look like – and over the years I think I became less intentional. It’s so easy, with the camera in your phone now (I first started taking photos with a camera before mobile phones had decent ones), to point it at something and click the shutter button.

But everytime I get into the studio (whether that’s a proper studio or the garage), I get to be intentional. I’m not just seeing something of interest – I’m creating something. For me, it’s the difference between taking the shot and making the shot. When I’m being intentional, I get to make something, and that brings enormous satisfaction.

A blog post on the fstoppers website, outlines the difference: “One is a passive approach meant to capture what occurs in front of the camera should something interesting cross its view, while the other is an active engagement in the creative process that draws on the technique, imagination, and foresight of the photographer“.

So, after a quick burst of intentional decisions – from choosing the fruit to squeezing it just right, adjusting the lighting, and framing each shot – here are the results.

All image ©Sharon Pittaway

Photography for me, especially when I’m intentional about it, gives me a great deal of satisfaction. These images aren’t only about fruit being squeezed; they’re about creativity and play.

I can be creative through playing: playing with the lights, playing with angles, framing the subject in different ways (low in the frame, or high) and playing through the post-production process. It’s no coincidence that the tagline of this blog is playing with ideas and images.

But of course, there’s more to images than taking them. There’s the viewer. How is a viewer going to respond? They don’t see the decisions, only the outcomes; they don’t know why I asked Tim to squeeze an orange in the first place, that he came up with the idea of putting on a glove (partly because he wasn’t enjoying the juice on his hands) and why I chose to shoot more fruit in the way I did today.

I won’t know your response, unless you tell me in the comments, but one person who saw the orange juice image recoiled at the “violence” in the shot. Another person who saw it said, “that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen!”

Neither of those responses were anywhere near my thinking when I took the shots. As the photographer, I can make deliberate decisions about how to make the shot, but I’m not in any kind of control over how a viewer responds. And most of the time I never get to find out because people don’t generally comment or give any feedback.

What do you think? Leave a comment and let me know your response to these images. And/or tell me about your intentionality. What kinds of decisions do you make in your photography?

Thanks, as always, to Tim for being my willing accomplice.

Posted in Food, Photography, Travel

Day #15: Prague

Čtvrtek 4 Leden 2018

Pražský hrad (Prague Castle) was on the agenda for today … it’s the largest castle complex in the world and took us most of the day to wander around it.

The castle complex began its development in the 9th century! That’s mind boggling to me.

I could say loads more about the Royal Palace, St Vitus Cathedral, St George’s Basilica, Golden Lane, plus the nearby Strahov Monastery … but my words could never do them justice. It’s the history of the place that amazes me … the recorded history as well as the history written in the stones, decorations, artworks, altars, weapons, torture instruments, plus the histories written in the hidden places and the public spaces.

A history full of intrigue and violence and sacrifice and conflict … of visionaries, philosophers, designers, architects, goldsmiths, jewellers, and of kings and mothers of kings, and priests and monks, and those who spent their lives building these massive structures – those who aren’t remembered, who aren’t written into the official records but who were central to these records of history.

So many years’ worth of visible, recorded, in-your-face history. It forces me to ask questions about our own history and how we engage with it when it’s not as visible; a history that’s more spiritual and engaged with the environment – a history so unlike European history it’s easy to see how the first Europeans missed it. They were looking for structures and monuments and artworks and society’s visible, tangible marks on the environment … there are questions and thoughts and inklings of ideas to ponder here, to contemplate and reflect on …

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As well as exploring the history of Prague and the Czech Republic more broadly, we’ve also explored the food. We’ve discovered it’s good food. Even Tim can eat it. On our first night at a restaurant called Vinohradský Parlament, I had dessert – not something I generally do – but one of the options was one I simply couldn’t resist: Podilové taštičky: u nás dělané taštičky z bramborového těsta, plněné povidly, podávané se strouhaným tvarohem, přepuštěným máslem a moučkovým cukrem (in other words potato gnocchi with plum jam filling, grated cottage cheese, a butter sauce, and icing sugar).

As you can imagine, I just had to try it. It was fabulous!

For one meal I had goulash, which is Hungarian rather than Czech, but I was particularly interested in the dumplings. I’d said to Tim before the meal arrived ‘what if they’re circles of white bread?’ and when it arrived we saw that’s exactly what they were … but somehow more delicious than circles of white bread, or maybe that was the sauce.

I also had a much more traditional Czech dish, svíčková na smetaně, made up of beef (very tender), some kind of gravy/sauce, bread dumplings (or circlets of soft white bread) and then, on top of the beef was a dollop of whipped cream and one of cranberry sauce on a slice of lemon. Delicious.

Svíčková na smetaně

Then there was the dessert of apricot dumplings swimming in sour cream with icing sugar sprinkled over it all, adding a touch of sweetness. Surprisingly, it too was delicious. Although I had too much and felt very sick for a while.

On the whole though the food was very good. And very cheap. Czech money is Crowns and the traditional meal I had was 195 of them. Sounds a lot, but when you work out it’s about 12 Australian dollars you realise it’s a bargain. It wasn’t unusual to have wads of 1000 crowns in our wallets!

Don’t try to pay for something costing 50 crowns with a 1000 crown note though! Not unless you want a stern talking to – it was in Czech so we couldn’t understand the actual words, but the tone was enough for us to know we were in trouble.

One more full day in the Czech Republic and then we have to face the idea of making our way home. I’m so not ready to go back yet – there’s still so much to see and do.

* Please note: As you’ve seen from some of the words in this post, there are plenty of accents in the Czech written language. Here are a few snaps I took as we wondered around the area we were staying in. I reckon you can work out the final word on this first sign.

 

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Some buy cupcakes and coffee to eat and drink …

I buy them to photograph.

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Or to be quite honest, I photograph what Tim buys to eat, drink and photograph!