Tell Me a Story

Really, who doesn’t love a good story?

Cave drawings or pictographs were a form of early man’s visual storytelling. Painters and sculptors continued the tradition with narrative art – I like to think of Renoir, Rockwell, Remington. Early photographers captured moments frozen in time. I love the Smithsonian’s photograph of iron workers during the depression, eating their lunch while sitting on a beam high above Manhattan. Let’s face it, parent’s old snapshots of their children told the story of moments in their family’s life. When my children were growing up, I probably spent the equivalent of at least a year’s salary on film and processing. These pictures were and are so precious to me. But fine art they are not!

Mostly, Steven and I shoot landscapes. We love beautiful vistas with interesting foregrounds. For me, the photos that touch my heart most have a human element- a child running though a mountain field, a couple watching a lovely sunset, or someone greeting the rising sun. There are stories in small moments, too – a bird checking out a worm on a leaf, insects in the act of finding food or shelter, my mother's hand holding sea shells, and simple acts of human interaction.

Big and little stories can be found in so many places.

This picture is one I took during sunset at Craggy Gardens overlook. I don't know the couple, but I love the sweet intimate feeling of this photo.