For World Photography Day, 5 Haiku and a Reflection

We call them captures.
These images become like
Us. Stockholm syndrome.

I kidnap babies,
It’s true, dimples, smiles, and curls
In ones and zeroes.

When photographing
Mosaics, my pixels smile
In recognition.

Black, with a grip, I
walk the hoods with it, shoot from
the hip. Art gangster.

Photographer writes
haiku; because one thousand
words are such a blab.


It might seem a bit counter-intuitive to present haiku on World Photography Day, but since I present photos on many other days, perhaps it is entirely appropriate. Plus, photography is a subject which well deserves discussion as well as merely viewing the photos themselves, though the the results may may be a little like dissecting comedy, i.e. it usually kills the patient. Seriously, though, in this great age of photography–though some may blanch at descriptions of the ubiquitous proliferation of digital cameras as such–it is important to think about the act of taking and manipulating photographs itself and what it says about ourselves, especially as we take photos in such great numbers. The first haiku is brand new; the remainder have appeared on the blog over the years. If nothing else, these will show show you that I have a complex, sometimes even ambivalent relationship with my camera and images.

Great Egret from Cover by a Lily Pad – Forest Park – St. Louis, Missouri

I was blessed with the presence of a great egret at the lily pad beside the Jewel Box in Forest Park. This little pond with its abundance of lily pads and lotus blossoms and tiny island with cypress trees and little wooden bridge and crooked tree is truly a delight. The visit of the egret made it even more so. These image have a green aura about them because I was shooting with a long lens from behind some bushes. I think the green blurring adds rather a nice effect. In the final image you get to see the humorous sight of what happens when this most regal of birds needs to rid itself of excess water. It shakes itself like a dog, ruffling its feathers to make a very amusing shape indeed. It is equally amazing how quickly all of the feathers settle back down to return to the regal air the bird normal presents. Also, note the presence of  an SUV in the background of one shot. I am never unconscious to the fact of what a great gift Forest Park indeed is, that  in St. Louis we can see such abundance of flora and fauna in the middle of a large city.