So after I tried to get its picture last night it got lost in the kitchen and wouldn’t fly out the open door. Found it this morning on the stairs and then it was finally able to go back outside.
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Water photographs by Cliff Briggie
Often asked about my water and ice images Is it real or is it Photoshop? the answer, almost always, is This is how it really is. A photograph captures a MOMENT—too brief to see. Within the moment is a FLASH—color, form, or movement—always different, always extraordinary. A photograph FREEZES the moment. Ice, light, and water move, morph, flash, and change. Little pieces of paint take on a life of their own, suddenly exploding, colors streaming everywhere—CLICK—and then, they are gone forever.
– Cliff Briggie
Selected by Mariana
On the way home from a shoot today I saw one of the best sky scenes I have seen in a long time. Just above the tree line, it was white with a warm tone to it, then the blue clouds covered the sky. The clouds were those cinematic huge clouds that look like they could be far away places. In between them was the clear, vibrant blue color of the sky. And in there you could see the light rays peak through. It was like a scene from a fantasy movie. That sight reminded me of one of my childhood dreams. For the longest time (and even now, since I remembered it) wanted to be a pilot. Not ay 747 pilot or a small propeller plane pilot, but I want to fly fast moving, highly maneuverable jets. To be a part of the Blue Angels. I always loved the sky. To me, it was like saying “fuck you” to the limitations that we are chained down with. It was the ultimate freedom. I didn’t pursue this dream not because of things I could control like grades or lack of drive, but because of circumstances out of my control. I had an issue with my eyes that made me unable to even attempt it. It wasn’t anything like blindness. but my brain didn’t use both eyes at a time (and I still think its like that even after 4 eye surgeries). It was something as stupid as that, but it was out of my control. Remembering this made me ask my self if this is close to the dream I am currently trying for. I think another reason why I think I wanted to fly so badly as a living was that even the act of it wouldn’t feel like work. It would be a huge thrill and I could make a living off of it. I love photography and the feeling of achievement you get when you nail a shot or create something that everyone else is amazed by. But, there are times when hiking up a mountain, or lugging equipment around and the huge amount of time and effort that it takes to make some great images just feels like work at that moment. That feeling of work is worth it once you see that final result, but it doesn’t change the fact that it sometimes fees like work. I love creating and composing and documenting. I still want to do it for a living but I do wish that I could have learned to fly. I just wish I could have been closer to that scene that i saw today. Being in the sky is like going to a far away place but only a select few can go there.
And for those who say you can go skydiving instead. FUCK OFF IM NOT JUMPING OUT OF A PLANE. THATS JUST CRAZY.