I was photographed recently. I'm not sure what the intention of the photographer was. He wasn't being paid. It seemed almost perfunctory. I didn't look good, or gallant or brilliant. More a deer caught in the headlights for 30 frames or so.
I took the photograph of Belinda, above, because her beauty inspired me. I saw a mix of expression, grace and beauty, along with a light filled, rich and kinetic environment, the sum of which inspired me to grab the camera ever dangling from the side of my chair and softly, slowly and with great care, to enlist Belinda into a collaborative dance of photography.
Like most entanglements in life there was give and take. Expressions lost to the vagaries of timing and bad technique. Nuance gained by trying to overlay my emotional response to the physical reality in front of me. To mix the subjective with the objective. In the end it might only be a portrait that speaks to me. And that's okay because I am its primary audience. But at its outset it was inspired by an overwhelming desire to capture the beauty I saw in front of me....
Note: in keeping with our new philosophy of "Goodness and Light" this post has been edited severely. It was more detailed. Keep that in mind as you read the comments.