Yesterday was a good day.. After recently recovering from illness, and months of hardcore work, I could no longer resist the distant calls of my tucked away camera. And it's no bad thing. Stepping out the front door is not what you'd call ordinary here, and the views, colours and moments are a constant winter wonderland.
Stepping out with my friend's dog, I attempted to take a scenic walk around the village I live in. Les Allues is crammed full of
alpine details, old wooden farm buildings, and hidden mountain views,
all topped with a deep hat of snow. I say 'attempted' because the dog Hob-Nob had other ideas. Everytime I lifted the camera to my face to take a photo, out of the corner of my eye, I could see her sprint at full speed away. "Oh brilliant, that's exactly the game I need in a village I don't know, with barely three french words to string together, and only one dog biscuit left in my pocket". Ha! She always came back though, and made for a wicked walking companion.
After the walk and the cursory cuppa + chat with friends on the way home, I struggled down the slippery icy road to the house. I'm sure you can picture it;
little English girl slipping and sliding through the village, trying to see over a stack of 'French for Dummies' books,
camera slipping off shoulder and scarf wrapping itself round my legs.. yeah, super cool. After many huffs, slips and a few nervous 'Bonjour's to locals, I looked up- and thank god I did.
The mountain across the valley, the one I see every day out the kitchen window, was lit up in bright pink; everything else which sat below and in front, was dark with the shadowy blue of dusk.. except this peak, and the clouds which exploded up and out from it. It was beautiful.. The branches of the leafless trees (as the title of this post describes) which border the last part of my walk home, seemed to
reach up into the pink skies, like ink spreads and lines on paper.
I breathlessly fumbled at my lens cap, and got shooting. Soon after, our neighbour's band van pulled up- to the sight of me tangled halfway up a tree, shooting twigs. Yeah.. again.. super cool.
So there you go.. you can go out with the express purpose of taking photos of one thing, get nothing, and then have the moment jump up at you from nowhere, elsewhere. And as always-
it's not what you see that makes the photograph, it's where you put yourself to see it.
These are much more abstract and organic than I'm used to, but I love it. And as much as the mountains blow me away in the background,
I'm ever drawn to the changing character of detail, and it's poetry.