I’ve discussed a focus on detail-oriented landscape photography on this blog in the past. And I’ve hinted that my experience learning the craft (or developing the art…or both) in settings where grand landscapes are rare has surely affected my tendency to discover and capture intimates, even when photographing in locations where grand landscapes are palpable.
It would be a mistake, I think, to regard this as something natural; I believe it’s learned. When you cut your teeth wandering through dense woodlands and tightly constricted waterways, through narrow canyons and across a landscape that is buttressed on all sides by development, you become inclined–forced, even–to look for the intimate view. And–surprise!–that doesn’t go away, even when the scenery changes. Even when it changes drastically. Over time, the inclination to search for the intimate becomes almost instinctive.
That’s why, even when I’m somewhere that’s known for something like this:
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