When asked, “Where do you belong,” I can’t help but think among the flowers. Spring is my favorite time of year… a time of renewal and rebirth. There’s just something about it that speaks to me, perhaps because I feel that winter is a time for more internal, quiet, contemplation. Spring is, well… possibility.
I’d love to say I always held a camera in my hand, or perhaps that I’ve had some training or years of practice. It’s strange to think that I haven’t always had a camera… but truthfully I only acquired the desire for photography after having a smartphone with an excellent camera. Perhaps then, I realized, I could share the way I always looked at things. It’s not a straight forward stare, but a turning over, an examination, an appreciation. I don’t always know if that comes across in my photos… but that is where my love for photography stems from.
It’s not so much… how can I make this look beautiful or more beautiful, but it is a “wow, that is gorgeous or interesting or peculiar” and I want to capture it in its natural pose, no filters, no alteration, and definitely no cleaning up. I believe my eyes have always seen that way, but perhaps holding the camera to my eye allows me to be more attuned to that viewpoint. I now find myself paying more attention… and I have absolutely no desire to make excuses, to make apologies, or defend the solitude that stands between me and the subject, no matter how long I stand there gazing. I know the rest of the world rushes past, barely noticing… but I have no desire to follow suit. I seriously need to take the time as surely as I need to take another breath.
So yes, were you to find me in my element, it would definitely be among the flowers somewhere, no matter if it is at the gardens, in a wide open field, or growing wild in the mountain pathways.
(c) Sumyanna 2018
Submitted for The Daily Post Photography Challenge: Place in the World