As a writer, I draw a lot of inspiration from nature. When I look around and see everything that there is to see, I can’t help but be in awe. When I discovered photography, I realized that I had the perfect opportunity to capture images that I can later use as source material for my writing.
While the following pictures are not the source of anything I’ve written so far, they are very much examples of the type of inspiring sights I search for.
I almost always take both a color and a black & white shot when I am out and about for two reasons:
Sometimes, black & white can be more striking than a color picture, and vice versa
Editing a picture on the computer somehow makes it feel less authentic (even if I’m the only one who knows)
This was an occasion where both are beautiful, and both convey the majesty of a small river in Texas.
Today’s “Eye of the Beholder” post is a double-header from my first trip to Israel. I’m lucky enough to work for a company that sends me to different countries periocically, and I get to see such great sights.
First up today is the Wailing Wall. Of the two, I feel this one if stronger both photographically and emotionally:
The area is flooded with a soft blue light that I feel adds a certain sadness and beauty to the vista. This seems appropriate to me. For those that don’t know, visitors to the wall write prayers on small slips of paper and put the prayers into the cracks in the wall. Once you leave your prayer, you walk backwards away from the wall, so that you literally don’t turn you back on the prayers so many have left.
The second photo is of the Dome of the Rock. This was taken from a distance with a camera with limited zoom ability, which I think works in its favor for this shot. From this vantage, you can see the cityscape of Jerusalem:
As for trips, I’m now off to Mexico for the next few days. I hope to have some great shots when I return!
Having been pretty much raised in Texas, I have to say that this photo puts a chill in me that is hard to shake:
This picture was taken when I briefly moved to Chicago – in the middle of winter, no less! When I look at this picture today, I am reminded of the beauty that winter can bring us that we often forget. I am also reminded of a time in my life that, quite frankly, was the most difficult for me personally.
The end result, and the lesson I learned, is that most experiences are a double edged sword. You can take the blizzard and crumble, or emerge stronger than you were during the summer. I like to think that the latter held true for me.