It is my turn to get behind the lens. My subject is my husband, an avid photographer. I am “capturing” him going through the creative process of making images. He becomes the human element in my photos. I watch him with tripod in hand navigate the rocks as he finds the right place to set up and click away. I wish I am closer, but my little point and shoot will have to do. I am not as nimble on the terrain as he.
What I see is a photographer who, for the moment, is one with the environment. I know he is feeling the intense sun, mopping his brow, but enjoying the sea breezes and salty smell of the surf as it laps over the rocks. He particularly loves clouds. Photographers do. But I am watching the giant black cloud behind us build up and wonder how much time we have left. He is keeping his eye on it too.
Cat Island is full of surprises. Not only scenic beaches, but ruins of slave times. Standing in the shadows inside slave quarters, Ron is documenting the details of its existence. For me, it makes an interesting picture of the photographer at work.
I have read that serious photographers make pictures instead of taking pictures. They are expressing their photographic vision. Light. Angles. Lenses.
As I stand in one historical church and look out through the window to capture Ron photographing the other church, I intentionally angle the camera making sure I get a fringe of leaves to frame the shot. Am I acquiring my own photographic vision?
At the end of the day, we share our images with each other, discussing their qualities. We are pleased. Together, we take a dip in the warm waters, under blue skies and puffy white clouds that sometimes reflect the turquoise waters we are swimming in. Did we get a picture of that?