On the 30th of December I went for a mid-afternoon stroll with my camera along the Staveley Section of the Chesterfield Canal. Under the bridge at the Staveley Canal Basin was this Graffiti. It stopped me in my tracks.
In a moment of self-reflection I pondered what this meant to the person who wrote it. Perhaps nothing, then again perhaps it was reaching out to someone who walked the same path they did and hope they would understand what it means. To me it gave me creative scope to interpret it myself based on my own life experiences and direction.
I love to post my work alongside lyrics/songs that have some meaning and bring the image to life. With this one, I think “Under the bridge” by Red Hot Chilli Peppers works really well.
I don’t ever want to feel Like I did that day Take me to the place I love Take me all the way
Sometimes “less is more”, in its purest form minimalism photography is taking the ordinary and giving it a dramatic twist utilising light and composition to capture simplicity. Concentrating on colours, lines and textures and leaving the interpretation to the viewer in a subjective way.
I base my own minimalism photography ideas on texture, composition, colours and shape. I see details rather than the whole picture so zoning in on patterns, textures and shapes is quite natural for me. I more or less exclusively employ the “rule of thirds” with my minimalism work… It just seems to be more aesthetically pleasing to me that way.
All around me are familiar faces, Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for the daily races, Going nowhere, going nowhere Their tears are filling up their glasses, No expression, no expression Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow, No tomorrow, no tomorrow
– Mad World (Tears for Fears)
I walk to work 5 days a week all seasons, all weathers. I see the sunrises and the passing of time with the seasons, the buds growing and blooming , the leaves fall and the flowers bloom and die, it’s the most magical journey i take twice a day. From light hitting the pavement and roads, steam coming off the street lights with their beams shining down, fading to nothing, frost on the berries, the texture on the leaves, their veins, the shades of bark on the trees, paint on the bridges, the flakes and shades of old and new, Then there is the sound of the birds chirping, different breeds all at once and cars and whizzing past with the tyres making the squishing sound through puddles and watching the droplets subside when they’ve gone. It’s blessing and a curse.
I don’t envy life as a daily commuter stuck in a steel box for however long the journey is, disconnected from their surroundings. Sure I would get there faster but I would miss SO much happening in the world….. my little world of the 20 minute window walking to work.