A couple of weeks ago this conversation, or something like it (give or take a little artistic licence), took place in our house.
I’ll set the scene for you. As the action starts, I’m hot-footing it upstairs.
My wife: What’s all the hurry?
Me: I’ve just seen a potential picture
My wife: But why the hurry?
Me (breathless, running back downstairs with camera): Because it might disappear.
My wife: Where is this picture?
Me: Look. There. On the floor.
My wife: What is there to see?
Me: There’s a four on the floor.
My wife, with a trace of bewilderment: There’s a what?
Me, with emphasis: Look. There’s a Four on the Floor.
My wife stares at floor briefly, and fixes me with a quizzical look: Don’t be silly. It’s just a patch of sunlight; it’ll be gone in a minute.
The moral of this story? We all see things differently. And when you are a photographer your vision, to a non-photographer and especially to your nearest and dearest, may occasionally appear completely unfathomable.
Meanwhile, over on my other blog – iSighting – there’s a newly published post – Pure Black and White – the first of what will be a series of posts about Black and White conversions. Do take a look at that.