A cold and dreary blackhead beach on a Saturday morning. One day I’ll have to explore more of the volcanic black basalt rock that extends out beyond the point that’s behind where this was taken.
I took this in April and came across it recently in one of my trips into the archives. When I took the shot my intention was to remove the ugly power lines that cut the shot in half later on however when the time came, I ended up leaving them, here’s what my thinking was …..
Firstly, I thought if I didn’t want them in the shot I should have positioned myself better in the first place. However, the truth is that while on the way to school, I wasn’t really dressed for a trip through the long wet grass, over the railway track and through the muddy marsh, “do your cropping in camera” someone once said.
Secondly, it’s an example and a reminder of how a nice shot can be spoilt by power lines or power poles. I try to get rid of them whenever possible however sometimes you just can’t and while they aren’t always bad, more often than not they don’t help an image (to me anyway). I’m beginning to think that whoever set’s the locations of power lines and poles should get approval from photographers first!
The more complicated, sophisticated and technical things become, the more I realise that the simplest images really are the most intricate and refined. It’s a fine line between not enough, magic, and too much.