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.
“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.
but I don’t see the world in B&W. I thought vintage, it 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.
Borrowing 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,
♥acknowledgements♥ special thanks for helping me find my story 2LO texture artists, Jai Art, Florabella actions, and the gang at Topaz Labs.