Digital chemistry

I’m a self-taught photographer who recently moved from Boston to Western MA. The pace is different here, to say the least, and it’s good to hear what you’re all up to and to join the conversation.

So here I am living among the winter trees, and as usual stories drive my subject matter. After a hike–and an impromptu photo shoot with my daughter and an oak leaf that evening–my mind turned to Greek mythology.

A lot of my digital collage work springs from myths, fairy tales, and nature, and the recent Winter Dryad pictures are a good example. I’ve always loved the myth of Daphne who, to escape the sweaty advances of Apollo the Sun God (who won’t have the Sun God? Some won’t, apparently, and I love a free spirit), pleaded and received magical intervention. She rooted where she ran, her beautiful skin becoming bark, her hair leaves, her arms reaching branches. There she remained, still and unassailable.

This put me to thinking about nymphs and dryads, and what their winters might be like.

From a photo shoot with my daughter

When I was first teaching myself photography, I got completely absorbed in old, alternative processes. I’m a lousy technician with no patience for elaborate Zone systems (or much of anything that involves dogged thought really; I’m working on that). More often, too often, I rely on chance and experimentation. I had a blast with toners, bleach, salt–all those wonderful old toxic ways to get an effect or create a happy accident.

Ice pattern photographed on my hike

But I was really just beginning as a photographer when the digital revolution swept through, and I had to evolve with it, quickly.

I’m still a lousy technician, but every now and then as I struggle to learn (mastery is far in future) Photoshop’s layering and blending options, I stumble over something good.

 

Here, the “good” was a painterly effect that allowed me to play with texture and color.

 

But I miss those smelly old toners, and the red light, and the blessed silence of a darkroom. One day, when I can afford to, I’ll find my way back…