I admire stormy skies. There is just so much energy, power, emotions in it. Sometimes I just take pictures of such skies. On my last trip to California I saw just that kind of skies, when you can actually see a storm front with a blue sky on one side and wild darkness on the other.
The question that I here the most is where do I get an inspiration. The answer is simple – I don’t get it, I wait for it.
When I’m on a photo trip I start photographing without inspiration, even without clear goal in my mind. I’m photographing and waiting; waiting for that one image after which everything becomes clear. Suddenly, my mind and my soul opens up to the world. I start seeing everything differently. The world becomes part of me and I become part of it.
Here is that photo from my last trip to California. After it I started seeing beyond flowers; seeing lines shapes and light.
What if that doesn’t happen, you may ask. Well, that means I was not in tune with the world was around me. Maybe next time or next place.
Remember the times when we were kids and it was so much fun to run into the middle of a flower field and lye down on your back and look into the sky? I remember it.
The same works very well in photography too: get down to the ground, to flower level and feel the connection. Look at the flowers, breath flower scent filled air, listen to the field.
In the morning the ground is cold and the air is fresh. Dew drops are covering flowers that are still asleep. Air is filled with birds singing.
As the sun gets higher it gets warmer. Flowers open up and flies wake up. Buzzing is all around.
When it gets closer to the dusk the field goes to sleep. It gets quieter and quieter. Flowers close up. Only lonely crickets disturb the stillness.
When I go on a photo trip, my photography starts on a plane. I take my camera out of a bag and start photographing thru airplane window. It is a great way way to jump start my creativity, get into photographic mindset. And sometimes I also get some interesting photographs. Here is a couple of photos I took from the plane on my last trip:
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