Blurring the Lines: A Love Affair with Emotive Imagery and Freelensing
I have long been moved by gritty, pensive, and soulful portraits of childhood. I see an unparalleled beauty in the juxtaposition of the innocence of an child's face shrouded in the look of deep thought and wondering.
We found a secret garden this summer. It wasn't gated and obscured by tangles of overgrown roses and wild vines. It wasn't hidden behind a expansive Victorian manse. It wasn't as romantic as a forgotten tribute to a long lost love. It was normal, it was everyday. Like an impressionist paiting in reverse, I could not see the beauty of it until we were up close. It was unassuming for all the years I lived on my street. It was across the potholed alley behind our house, just beyond a vacant grass lot, and nestled between some unruly shrubs, a small workshop, and a long past it's prime picnic pavilion.
It is now our spot, deeply shaded and cool.