If you’re subscribed to my photo blog as well, then I apologize for the double post. Forgive me? Thanks! I need some feedback on this, though.
No picture for this post. In fact, this isn’t even a post meant for entertainment! This post is destined for greatness, for in this post, you have the chance to lend your voice to the development of this site.
When I first set out to create a photography blog, I was torn between differing formats. I like the idea of a gallery, but galleries are for people with lots of fantastic work and large audiences willing to click through the galleries; I have neither. I thought about making a photo essay site, where every post would be a set of photos along with a story, but I didn’t think I could stay quite as committed, so I decided to make a purely image-centric blog, filled with images and nothing else. Yet, here I am, using my keyboard instead of my camera.
I need some feedback.
Should I leave the format as it is, just images with tech specs in the mouseover? Or should I start writing something with each post to explain, propound, or just accompany the image? I know that the WordPress community is quite vocal, so don’t be shy!
Your feedback is more than welcome, and feel free to comment on anything else: shooting style, editing, site format, logo, the color of the sky…
The sun is shining down behind them; their shadows stretch on and intermingle with the trees and mottled brick pathway. The birds are taking shelter in the trees and shrubs, for the wind is playing with everything it can find. Ducks are voicing their concern over the blustery day. The water in the fountain attempts to escape from the marble sculpture, but the stone angels continue their eternal task of pouring their never-emptying bowls and pitchers. The couple sitting on the wrought iron bench watch as nature and humanity perform their ever varying dance.
He is young. His hair drapes over his face like the roots of a bodyless plant. His glasses are square; they frame his eyes to form the impressions of two portraits of tiny universes. The thin, light grey jacket rests casually over the t-shirt inscribed with the name of some moderately well-known indie band. Flip-flops and a fairly nice analog watch complete the casual ensemble. His gaze is deep, and he is in the middle of some statement—obviously heartfelt.
She is listening, but her eyes are focused on something in the foreground of the scene before them. Her silky black hair has no resistance against the breath of the winds. Her sun dress and handmade hat fit well with her pale skin. Her handbag is sitting next to the bench, very assessable, but threatening to spill its contents if not adjusted. A note, waiting to be read, peeks from the flap.
The sky melds into the trees, and the clouds gradually form as a brush gently touches the paper. The artist looks at his work and debates between two frames that would variously complement different elements of the painting. The trees quiver slightly as the world is shaken by the scratch of a pen. The ducks watch as a signature is drawn in the grass. The couple continue their pose, frozen in time to be framed and admired. Thus is completed the portrait of an apology.
I started writing this a while back, and it sat on my hard drive. I’m thinking of working on some more fiction, but I’m not sure what direction I’m going to head. I like the worlds of Tolkien and Lewis, but that genre is far too crowded. Any ideas are quite welcome!