Besides making long winter walks in the sunshine and engaging in nautical daydreaming by the pier, I am a great fan of the details in wildlife or the tiny treasures found outdoors. With my camera and my lens I am always trying to capture different characteristics and features of the nature that would otherwise not necessarily be seen by others or commemorated afterwards and, ultimately, simply perish in vain. This habit of capturing elements eagerly and enthusiastically actually resembles me of the days when I was a kid and collected pretty stickers in an album. Now, in my contemporary life, these stickers have turned into photographs. Yet, the same old thing prevails – I still collect and store images in my own precious sticker book, namely gallery.
More recently, I have also noticed certain trends and obsessions in this collection activity of mine. In particular, I have noticed that skies and hays fascinate me a great deal. How have I come to see and understand this then? These elements surely seem to be present in my photography a lot and I keep finding myself in the middle of hayfields experimenting with new interesting angles and admiring the never-ending sky. Maybe I find it soothing. Maybe it reminds me of the good old summer vacations as a kid. Or maybe, I just never get enough of skies and hays due to their incredible aesthetic and unique beauty.
Certainly, it possible to lose sense of time when photographing nature’s little wonders. The delicate structure of the hays and the dimensions and hues of the skies can be extremely enchanting. Simply imagine for a second watching the fragile hays sway in the wind against the pastel sky. What do you see? What do you sense? In all the surrounding tranquility and silence, it feels as if the whole world stops moving altogether. You can feel getting immersed in a quiet, placid dream where nothing stirs. Eventually, all it takes is one gentle breeze or sound echoing from far away and the world suddently turns back to normal and the stagnant illusion ceases. At this moment, the hays start to bend and swing again. Little by little everything starts to move. A daydream has faded.
Images by JoyHey