Soft Topography
In the first years of shooting more professionally I found that observation is preliminary to a good photo. Just sitting there, watching the crafty rugged hands of a man who’s been blowing bubbles this size for a while. Smelling the air, feeling the firmness of the bench I was sitting on. Listening to the leaves whisper beneath the chaotic human chatter. Feeling the light fracture on the thin soapy water. Simple. Colorful. Beautiful. Poof. (Manhattan, 2015)
In the first years of shooting more professionally I found that observation is preliminary to a good photo. Just sitting there, watching the crafty rugged hands of a man who’s been blowing bubbles this size for a while. Smelling the air, feeling the firmness of the bench I was sitting on. Listening to the leaves whisper beneath the chaotic human chatter. Feeling the light fracture on the thin soapy water. Simple. Colorful. Beautiful. Poof. (Manhattan, 2015)
In the first years of shooting more professionally I found that observation is preliminary to a good photo. Just sitting there, watching the crafty rugged hands of a man who’s been blowing bubbles this size for a while. Smelling the air, feeling the firmness of the bench I was sitting on. Listening to the leaves whisper beneath the chaotic human chatter. Feeling the light fracture on the thin soapy water. Simple. Colorful. Beautiful. Poof. (Manhattan, 2015)