I’ve photographed this roadside memorial before, but not with heavy snow falling on the crosses which commemorate the deaths of two people. I’m not used to snow or to photographing it (after all, I do live in Texas) but the symbolism of it – of life and death, of purification, of transformation – has not escaped my attention. And it did not escape my camera.
the day the angel got cold feet
This statue, at the cemetery, is one of my frequent subjects. You may remember it from an intentional camera movement experiment a half-year ago. Or maybe you recall the time I photographed her sky-facing face?
Anyway, that day it snowed, I went back to see her again and this time her icy toes caught my eye.
City of Lubbock Cemetery
ice + snow
Maybe you remember yesterday’s post, where I mentioned shooting some concept photos to illustrate the theme “cold” because it wasn’t actually cold here during the time I needed to shoot the images for the assignment.
One of the themes I attempted was shooting images of ice machines. And I have to say that getting an ice machine photo that included snowflakes was a lot stronger way to illustrate the theme than the crap I’d been working on. FYI.
light giving way to darkness
So what happened was that I signed up for an online photography class with a theme of “cold.” Most of the participants, I figured, would be from New England and have actual cold to photograph. I decided the challenge of shooting images on the theme of cold in a mild Texas winter was something I was up for. I spend the two week time that we had to make our images shooting concepts of cold, rather than actual cold. Honestly, while the images themselves were OK, as concepts to illustrate the theme, they were…what’s the term I’m looking for here?…weak. They were weak. They were weak in the extreme.
And then, the very day that we were supposed to turn in our three images for a critique, I woke to actual cold, actual still-falling snow. And I re-shot the assignment.
This is an abandoned cotton gin. I mean, at this time of year, they are all abandoned because the ginning season is over, but this one seems to be permanently abandoned.
Lubbock County, Texas
edge of winter
First of all – thanks to everyone for sticking with my 28 Faces project during February. When I made the commitment to myself to be a Serious Photographer, one of the things I promised was that I would never stop learning, never stop pushing myself. It took me a long time to become confident enough to photograph people and it has been an exhilarating experience. I’ll keep doing it, but for now – here’s some of the “normal” stuff. For a change.
My family call it “movie snow” – the kind that wafts gently down, huge white flakes landing lightly on everything. And then melts soon, before it gets icy and gray and annoying. We had such a movie snow toward the end of January: it snowed in the night and through the morning. By afternoon the weather system moved on and the melt began.
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas