Black and White: Return of the British Coburn

Black And White: Return of the Throw Back Monday



1.) What first caught your eye while looking at your photographers photos? Is there something in particular about their photos that made you want to choose them? Post the images with your writing.
            
I only chose Mr. Coburn because of his interestingly weird photos. The lighting of his surroundings and the filter his camera rendered made it all the creepier. An entire urban legend could be based around a solitary photo, and that's what I think some photographer's should aim for, a photo that could produce a story and a whole complimentary paragraph of their lighting and shutter speed, and everything else relating to photography.







2)

I see the still water supporting the boat, floating gently among the silver streaked water from the moon, barely shining past the thinly grim clouds. The smell of salt water, and the quietly ridging water rippling from the wading boat. The touch of the chilly night passing by. The  taste was just as salty as the water, but with the tiny moon a tiny beacon for the boat, nothing could honestly ruin this. Just expect that creeping feeling of frightening sea creatures lurking around and that horror movie-esque atmosphere, but toppling all that, the picture was soothingly eerie. The blank noise of isolation added to the uncomfortable setting.
          

I see black veins banding through the snow, decorated by dead trees of the passing winter and city life boarding the park's snowy outskirt. The smell of gas stronger with the overpowering frosty biting of the wintry season, numbing redden noses. The feeling of bleak wind passing through like polar ghosts, glaciating warm clothing and demanding for shivery attention. But a chill of frozen air never passed unnoticed, as the wintry scene was all that anyone can talk about. The taste, lips brill from the daintily flakes finding homes in open mouths, for those who find entertainment from catching snowflakes, either children or adults. They all shared the same noise of passing cars and the crunching of the snow under hurried feet. The wind whistling through lasting leaves shaking threateningly from the trees. 




I have nothing in store for a mural project, and honestly is fine with whatever the group ties together. I can't think of anything that I would want to show to the world, or prove my fantastic photographic skills. So maybe something like teenager's emotions, or something. I don't know, I can't think of anything right now. I just need to get inspired.