So how do I explain this photograph? When I was young and I was handed one of those plastic one use cameras, I always managed to put my finger too close to the lense. I could always tell which pictures I took because my finger would be blocking out some section of the frame. I was always nervous when somebody would hand me a camera. I thought I was going to mess it up. Some where I managed to take that niave fear and use it in my photographic work today. In the photo above I made use of that accident that happened so long ago. Using my fingers to capture just what I wanted. As I was looking through the lense as I was making this photograph I felt it was perfect-with all the noise surrounding the figure gone.
Something some where I've been striving for this. A way to subtely simplify the composition of the frame.
Looking back at what I wrote here I can't help but to notice how on this lost journey into the world. How something so faint of a childhood memory still carries on into the time that follows.
