Home is where the story begins

I am always inspired by those photographers/artists that can tell an amazing story using a photograph(s) and their imaginations.  To get a better idea of what I mean check out Living The Photo Artistic Life, a publication on the Issuu app (an awesome app for all sorts of free resources, btw).   Another self-taught process for me, I am slowly learning how to translate the story I imagine without it getting lost in the reality of the image.

The-White-House“Our House” is one of my photos that has such a  story and that I have been working on translating.   When I saw this white house with its blue roof, standing all alone, looking lived in – but not, inviting – but with no access, charming & quaint – against a drab backdrop of bare trees and gray sky, I was intrigued… what was its story?  Why is there a house here with no driveway, who lived here and when, where did they come from…where did they go?  Of course, I will probably never know its real story; heck, I don’t even know the name of the road (or town) where this house sits to research it.   So I have to come up with my own story.  If I were to write it, it might go something like this…

A  little white house sits all alone  on a little rise where one can see for miles in any direction. It’s long and winding drive stops at the wobbly front porch as a welcome to all.  And from that front porch, we sit lazily watching travelers pass us by.

…well, something like that, which is why I think I’ll stick to developing my storytelling with pictures.

But finding those words only came as I continued to rework the image to uncover the story stuck in my imagination…  I thought drama, maybe, as a B&W.

The-White-House-BW-1 but I don’t see the world in B&W.   I thought vintage, The-White-House-BWit is from a time long ago after all, and put a touch color back and added and element or two.  Although adding some elements helped the story start to unfold, those feelings ~ that made me stop the car cold, trespass in someone’s drive, and stand on a roadside with no margin for error ~ were the elements I needed.  I needed the  whimsy, quaintness, and quizzical nature of this dwelling that I saw when I clicked the shutter.
The-White-House-RevisedBorrowing the title from a tune by Crosby, Stills and Nash that played over and over in my head while I worked on this image, Our House… now has my story.

Until next time,
Maria

♥acknowledgements♥  special thanks for helping me find my story 2LO texture artists, Jai Art, Florabella actions, and the gang at Topaz Labs.

 

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