I know it’s been two months since the last update — with work and ministry increasing by the bucketload, this site got left by the wayside. No excuses there.
The evolution of photography has been nothing short of miraculous, considering how technological advancements and downward-spiralling costs of entry-level DSLRs have effectively levelled the playing field for amateurs. Therefore it should come as no surprise that with the hyperconnectivity of the internet, a plethora of digital photos, good and bad alike, have also pervaded all known social media spaces. Ideas no longer remain new or unique, but have instead evolved or devolved, assimilated into the digital consciousness, regurgitated, transformed, sometimes no longer carrying even a vestige of its original self.
Photography, for example, and like design, has undergone similar change. Techniques that took hours in the darkroom and years of experience to properly execute can now be easily simulated by your average adolescent armed with a smattering of Photoshop skills and ninja Googling; what remains somewhat resistant to that sort of digital tweaking, however, is that innate knack to compose and craft more than a photo, but a story: a photo by itself may be visually appealing, made possible by any number of elements (clothes/pose/location/etcetera), but storytelling itself is a skill, a gift honed through discipline, unrestricted by its medium, be it photography, film, or prose.
Maybe I’ve been jaded or worn down by the cynics that permeate every strata of our modern society, but a photo has to be more than just good-looking; a photo, like a story, has to say something. A girl in her knickers taking a self-portrait with a vintage camera is all well and good to the throngs looking through tumblr and whatnot, but where is the story in that? Where is the magic, the finesse, the silent gasps of awe?
All images by Nicholas LaClair.