Monday, March 22, 2010

Applesauce It


These two photos were based on the concept and process of making applesauce and getting it from red fruit to jar to bowl. Instead of a succession of start-to-finish pictures, I like to think that I juxtaposed the start and the finish in a way that makes you think. Can't you imagine a kitchen-clumsy reader stumbling across these images in a magazine and relating to them completely?

The variations in the jar's glass paired with the soft window light looked cool, and the apple tipped to the side gave some visual interest that an upright fruit couldn't have accomplished. Sound silly? Sure, but I had to think about these things.

I took a billion pictures of this fruit, bowl and spoon trio. Most of the images looked good, even the typical dish-of-food-shot-at-a-45 degree angle. But that's what it was: typical. So I balanced myself on a roommate's bed frame to get above the window sill on which the composed threesome perched. Thought it made for a well-lit, clean and simple picture.

Trash Talk

This picture was intended for the "news" aspect and use of photography. The assignment: go out and find newsworthy happenings, objects, etc. Well friends, this picture is a lie.

While walking home from class one day, I noted the picture potential of this particular storm drain and went to work. For starters, I searched through my apartment's kitchen garbage and recycling for recognizable, gross things likely found in a campus gutter.

Roommate and camera in tow, I arranged the crap and proceeded to do what must have appeared to be some kind of sacred ritual what with my crouching, circling, bending and understandably crazy fascination with roadside trash.

Garnering only a handful of quizzical looks and questions from passersby, I got my shot. I liked the perspective, depth and skewed horizon of this one in particular. It shows the dirty curb, interesting drain, trash (the star of this production), and makes visible just enough background to let you know where you are.

Alas, the image of road rubbish is merely a construction of reality. I did not happen upon this waste by the wayside, but sullied the sidelines myself.