When asked, I sometimes struggle trying to convey how I compose an image. Looking through the viewfinder, things tend to fall into, well, “place…”

I think of the story behind the frame.

To many this is just a farmhouse, with some pretty trees and a swing.

I see it in broader terms… I think of childhood, and the countless hours spent swinging from that tire… and the laughs and giggles that surely ensued while doing so. I think of gathering those leaves on the ground in a big pile and running full tilt and leaping into them… and repeating.. and repeating. I think of balancing on that rock wall and pretending if you fall… you fall off the earth. I think of the times and things that old house could speak about if it had a mouth. Of the days gone by, the fierce storms, icy winters and warm spring days that rested themselves on its wood planks.

I see an awful lot in this image that whispers to us all.



No comments yet... Be the first to leave a reply!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: