I don’t know where the blurriness of my left eye has led me. Did I “see” these blurry water reflections, or did I just get lucky ?
Standing by the edge of this pond in Mettawa, Illinois late in the afternoon of a long day of shooting, I felt an unwelcome wind pick up and ripple the fine reflections I anticipated shooting. Day is done, no more garden photos now.
But wait, I can still take photos. I can still play and experiment. The composition is there – shapes and colors. Try for mood. So what if it is blurry ? If the Sweet Flag dances and the water shakes, if the tree is a ghost in the cool steely blur, well then, that is the story. Isn’t that what I am really seeing? See blur, photograph blur. Easy.
Silver streaks made visible with a long shutter speed were once waves, only imagined brush strokes when I let my blurry eye wonder. Not much I really see actually. Muted color, indistinct shape; and blurs. I didn’t know what the camera would see.
I have cataract surgery on Monday. Many months of blurs may finally be corrected. For the better I presume. Actually I don’t presume, I’m counting on it. I am pretty darn tired of stumbling around.
Back to the pond; I try frame after frame as the tree disappears and returns amidst the shimmering grays, the Acoris trembling against the wind. I exposed many frames with the camera, previewed, and kept only 3, contrary to all advice – which is not to edit and delete in camera. We are advised to pick favorites at home with the safety of back-up files and hindsight. Not these images though. Have courage of your work. I wish I could have picked only one.
After the next surgery, perceptions will change again. What will I see ? What will I remember of the blurs I saw ? Gauzy soft impressions will become a technique not a reality. Was I lucky to see blurs ? Was I lucky the camera could see it too ? Or is a blur just a blur no matter what reason the photographer decides to use it?
Hmmmm. I am thinking too much. I like . . . I show.