Scott invited me along to fill a spot in one of his high country photography workshops.
Firstly – thankyou Scott. I had a great time and to have a guided glimpse at the world where you once worked and lived was a privilege. I can see why these workshops are so popular and I will recommend them to everyone.
But – Ferg issued me a challenge. “Photograph that kitchen in a way that can only be you” he said. That must be what we always strive for anyway, so I was keen.
So I stood for a while in the kitchen.
The dirt and the grime spoke of neglect but, more strongly to me, also of layers of story. Much has happened in this place. The chairs are welcoming. However the centerpoint is the fridge – many a Speights has been cooled in here, as well some milk I suppose.
Did I make it mine by using familiar techniques (lensbaby and textured post processing) or are those techniques secondary to the story?
In the end, when I looked at this image, I didn’t see anything about me. Instead the subject spoke through no matter what I did.
So whether is Scotts view of this kitchen, or mine, or anyone elses it’s the kitchen that speaks….. It is the kitchen holds the truth and knows the stories.
Perhaps I have learned a truth about photography – it is all about the subjects and not about the photographers