You knew it was going to happen. At some point I had to get to something run down. But, sometimes things get really wonderful when they get run down. Think about it.
Favorite pair of jeans? They’re run down, right?
Most comfortable pair of shoes? Run down.
Favorite food joint that only you know about? Run down.
Your spot on the couch, with your butt groove already nicely worked in? Run down.
What’s your favorite run down thing?
This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge is “Down” and it has taken on a mind of its own inside my head. I’ve been realizing how often I shoot from a perspective of looking down on my subject. This subject is the floor of the Baptistry in Pisa, Italy.
I pride myself on shooting a great number of my photos from perspectives that others do not. I try to get down on the ground for many shots. I’ll climb up on chairs and tables and counter-tops. I’ll hang myself off railings and practically lie down on railway lines. All in the name of getting the right shot.
But down? I don’t often look down on things. I’m over six feet tall and I spend much of my day looking down, so it seems to me that it’s a given that I’ll look down – in which case, I’ll avoid it when I’m shooting photographs. Avoid the obvious.
Yet, when WordPress posted “down” as the challenge, there they were. So many photos looking down. Maybe my mind is fighting me and I don’t even know it…
…the first rule of photo club is…
There is something magically mathematical going on here. I love the resemblance to a Fibonacci spiral. I also felt a little trepidation maneuvering my way down this narrow staircase not meant for big guys like me.
But what is life without a bit of risk.
Going down, anyone?
Looking down on the city of Nice, France.
I visited Europe three years ago and really enjoyed my time there. As I thought about this topic, Down, I thought about all the interesting vantage points from which I shot photos on that trip. Many, many photos were shot from this perspective, up high looking down on the subject. It’s as though many of the cities I visited, Rome, Florence, Siena, Nice, Barcelona, were built in such a way as to accentuate the sense of large and small, high and low, important and insignificant. It makes for a really poetic, paradoxical trip.