As I look back at the few images from our weekend with Dad, I’m noticing a couple of things. First, I am much more selective these days about what I want to photograph, much less apt to just click away because I want to catch everything. Now I try to record what moves me. Which leads to the second thing…no big surprise here…it’s the plants, the trees, the natural things that always draw my eye. There are also personal moments when I see family members in a new way, in different light, and those moments I try to capture, too.
Mom has always had a ‘green thumb’ and been able to grow lovely plants both indoors and out. This oak leaf hydrangea has the most interesting blooms, as well as leaves with such luscious texture. I converted this to black and white so you can see the texture and contrast.
A definition of texture: The distinctive physical composition or structure of something,
especially with respect to the size, shape, and arrangement of its parts. The leathery look of the surface of the leaf, it’s unique shape and size make it what it is. The other leaves may look very similar, but all are different in subtle ways.
This little moment, there in the front yard of my parents’ home, warm sun light filling the space, the feel of that leaf between my fingers, fragrant summer air, the click of the shutter.
The texture of this little bit of time, recorded here.