Tuesday, 25 July 2017

Girl in the water

It's our third shoot at the pool, and the images I imagined are emerging on the back of my camera. 

Although the day is bright and Georgia July hot, the conifers overhanging the water create enough shadow to let my lens see into the depths.

Hope is getting good at the breathing - enough in to stay under water, enough out not to float too high. Her limbs look graceful as marble refracted through the green.

The dress, which looked as though it belonged on an overly modest middle-aged choirgirl when we found it in the vintage shop in Athens, is moving like blush-pink seaweed, tentacle sashes circling as Hope twists in the water.

She's a Nereid, a girl in a trance, a drowned treasure swept in on a full moon tide.

Monday, 10 July 2017

The Fourth

A small town parade. Fire trucks, historic re-enactors, garden maintenance companies, the sheriff, on his own, throwing out candies to the crowd.

A hundred faces in the crowd that I'd love to photograph, but can't, for politeness.

Too much heat, but excellent lemonade.

Pulled pork and fireworks once the sun sets. A dodgy-looking tripod made from a telescope stand, some bubble wrap and a wire coathanger.

Makes a nice change from the Twelfth.