I don’t know what to write. I don’t know what to write. I don’t…well, you get the idea.
I’ve learned that the part of blogging I like the most is the motivation to take more and better photographs. It inspires me to move and look for great photographic vistas, to become better at shooting subjects and processing the photos afterwards.
What I’m not that excited about is the process of writing about my photos. I find that I delve far too often into cliché and that I’m sometimes at a loss for what the photo might mean, or what it brings up in my head. Sometimes, like my shots from Disneyland, the words just flow out of me like they were pre-ordained.
Take this photo. It’s the third I’ve posted of the Alexandra Bridge, the second bridge over this span (built in 1926). It’s a beautiful, old, suspension bridge. Cars and trucks used to used this bridge to travel the Fraser Canyon. Until they built the current bridge, a two lane, modern steel arch construction, everyone had to use this. Now, I’m tempted to start using clichés: All of this talk of the past is really just “water under the bridge.” Or, everyone had to “cross that bridge when they came to it.” Sad, really.
Personally, I think that a photo should speak for itself. Now that I’ve written over two hundred words, I’ll leave you alone to ponder what this photo says to you.