Friday, August 14, 2009

Phoku #1

The macro (100 mm) lens arrived today for my new camera and just before supper I stepped outside to try it out. From the first shot I knew this is going to be my favorite lens and that these are the kind of photos that are going to generate the most excitement in me.

It just felt right--this is my medium, this lens.

I couldn't get the dogs to stay still, but our cat Uno jumped onto an old chair and looked at me. I focused on his face and suddenly he broke out into a yawn and I snapped.

I'm calling it a Phoku. I'm going to work at capturing moments that convey something, an emotion, a truth, an insight.

What I like about this phoku, what tells the story, is the juxtaposition of the sharp fangs and the missing tooth. One sees that a cat is to be reckoned with, but there is such a heartbreaking vulnerability in that missing tooth!

1 comment:

Erin said...

Theresa, this photo is amazing. And I love the idea of phoku! I look forward to seeing more.



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