ku # 800-03 ~ the return of the twig photographer
It has been opined that I am "The Twig Photographer" and, as it applies to me, there is some true to that moniker ...
... in fact, the single most number of pictures that I have made over the last 7 years or so, pictures that would fall under the single heading of, say, pictures of twigs, are those of twigs. Or, as in the case of today's pictures, leafy covered twigs, AKA - twigs-in-waiting. While twigs may not be the only referent in many of those pictures, it is accurate to state that they are, at the very least, featured prominently in those pictures.
What can I say? Twigs, and the complex visual energy they project, appeal to my eye and sensibilities. At least it can not be said that I am a 1-trick/twig pony.
Reader Comments (4)
Oops. Busted. But please don't take offense - it's all good-natured fun. But someday you and I will have to have a conversation on why you think that there is "complex visual energy" there. My main reason for not making images like these - or even of "pretty" flowers - is that they lack energy. To me it all seems very static.
Just my opinion.......
Thanks! I was waiting to see "twigs" once again - a favorite subject. Really.
http://www.twighockey.org/generic/generic2.asp
On an unrelated matter, a friend sent me the following quote touching on twigs:
(See Fenimore Cooper's Literary Offenses, Twain, Mark. To wit: "Cooper's gift in the way of invention was not a rich endowment; but such as it was he liked to work it, he was pleased with the effects, and indeed he did some quite sweet things with it. In his little box of stage-properties he kept six or eight cunning devices, tricks, artifices for his savages and woodsmen to deceive and circumvent each other with, and he was never so happy as when he was working these innocent things and seeing them go. A favorite one was to make a moccasined person tread in the tracks of a moccasined enemy, and thus hide his own trail. Cooper wore out barrels and barrels of moccasins in working that trick. Another stage-property that he pulled out of his box pretty frequently was the broken twig. He prized his broken twig above all the rest of his effects, and worked it the hardest. It is a restful chapter in any book of his when somebody doesn't step on a dry twig and alarm all the reds and whites for two hundred yards around. Every time a Cooper person is in peril, and absolute silence is worth four dollars a minute, he is sure to step on a dry twig. There may be a hundred other handier things to step on, but that wouldn't satisfy Cooper. Cooper requires him to turn out and find a dry twig; and if he can't do it, go and borrow one. In fact, the Leatherstocking Series ought to have been called the Broken Twig Series.")