This blog entry starts all the way back to this previous Thursday when I told my dad I was going to photograph something. It was one of our typical drives through the windy backroads that I started to think of an idea. I just wanted to photograph anything really. I love doing still life photography, where you sit and focus on the composition just as much as the lighting. It is very relaxing to me. Dad then asked the obvious question lingering in the air, "Whatcha gonna photograph?" With a shrug of my shoulders and a smile, I replied very casually, "I don't know yet, but I'll figure it out."
Fast forward to Friday night. I am searching my house with a mission: find something to take a picture of! I scoured through the attic, but only found old toys, baby dolls and a few Christmas decorations. Next, I found myself in the dining room. It was interesting how my quest turned into a fascination of the family relics that laid on the glass shelves. I have passed this shelf every day since I could walk, but never took time to look at all the individual pieces. One of my first discoveries was my Poppy's baby plate. It stood out amidst the fine China, but in a good way. It was tiny, bent up, and complete with scratches created by forks scrapping up the last bites of a meal. It had an Alphabet border creating a child friendly look. I just imagined all the happy meals my five year old Poppy had on that small, metal plate.
As my search became longer, I started exploring the cabinets. One side was full of normal dishes used for birthday dinners, Easter, and other special occasions. The other was filled with older dishes, and as I started to close the shelf my eye caught a glimmer of red glass. Curious, I re-focused my attention to the far, back corner. I reached over all the plates and cups, and found a grouping of vivid red and yellow glass vessels. They were four of my nana's mugs, and each one was created differently. They had different shapes and elements, like polka dots or a fading of red to yellow with orange meeting them both in the middle. The light coating of dust added to the drama of finding these gems. I felt as if I had found a hidden treasure.
Lastly, I opened the third drawer. In it, was an arrangement of tiny tea cups and plates to accompany them, but I also found a wooden box. It was well made, heavy, and still had a gleam on the cherry wood. I touched the smooth grain and carefully opened the lid. Inside this container, I found a collection of old spoons. They were all tarnished, but l found the different swirls and reflections of light to be rather intriguing. These were baby spoons my Poppy had used growing up and matched his plate. It was another piece of family history to think about, and I finally had my idea.
When Saturday arrived, I went through my normal routine and finished by around noon. I then set out to find the perfect window light, which was found in my bedroom. Next, I went through my mom's spice cabinet, looking for the most vivid colors. After that I found a backdrop by using a pizza pan. I set it all up, grabbed my reflector and headed upstairs. The bed made a odd surface to work with, but it was comfy! Once my scene was composed the way I wanted it, I started shooting. With each movement, the bed would cause the motion to carry through to the spices. Resulting in a mess, but it was worth it I think!
Here was my interesting set up:)
Oh and here was my handy assistant of the day!
He may have caused a few messes too....anyways that was my weekend! My curiosity payed off this time, and I was happy with the end results. Have a great week everyone, and I will be back soon!