I love digital photography. When I was first surfing the internet looking for information after being diagnosed with Myopic Macular Degeneration, I happened upon a site by “Blind Photographers.” I learned that digital photography can be a powerful tool for people with low vision. I can take a photo, upload it to my computer, view it in an enlarged format, and see details that I am unable to see with my eyes alone. Blind Photography gave me a new way to see the world.
In addition, I discovered that I really enjoy the process of digital photography. I sometimes get discouraged when I have to wade through photo after photo that is off-center or out of focus. But sometimes I feel really amazed when a photo emerges that is surprisingly beautiful.
On Sunday, we went to the George Eastman House to see the display of spring flowers. I took many, many, many photos. When I got home and looked at them, I was disappointed at first. So many of them were no good. Actually, most were out of focus. Most were unsalvageable. There is no way I can crop them or edit them to make them look good. But, a few of them were nice. And I got a pleasant surprise.
While in hallway, I noticed some boxes up on a shelf. I took a couple of pictures of them, even though I was at the House to see the flowers. When I was looking through my shots, I found these:
I really like these photos of the old hatboxes. They were such an unexpected treat while I was going through the flower photos. I love reading the names of the stores where the hats were purchased. I could not read them with my eyesight, but I can read them in the photos.
From the closet doorway, I could see the open medicine cabinet with bottles inside. I snapped a shot of the inside and here it is.
I really like this photo. It seems crisp and clean but still full of nostalgia. I am so glad that I snapped some extra pictures while I was at the Eastman House to see the flowers. Even though so many of my photos were unusable, I did end up with some nice shots of flowers along with the above photos of “antiques.”
I recently wrote a post about my attempts at photography, lamenting the number of shots that are not in sharp focus. One of my blind photography friends suggested that I let go of my need for everything to be in perfect photographic focus and instead try to make beautiful artistic impressionist photos. I thought of that when I saw this photo:
I really love this photo. I love the shapes and the flow, the light and the dark. If I judge it only by how sharply it is in focus, it is not a great photo. But, if I judge it by how it makes me feel, by how it captures the essence of the flower for me, it is great. It is beautiful.