I love most to take photographs like this. What I thought I was shooting was nothing more than my grandson walking along the beach near a pier. Clearly, that’s what it is. However, it wasn’t until I downloaded the photo to my computer that I realized the marvelous harmony of the pier legs and those of my grandson.
Call it luck. Call it an accident. Call it what you want. I call it my Photo of the Week, “Spontaneous syncopation.”
Writer, marketer, columnist, author, photographer, birder, walker, hiker, husband, father, grandfather, brother, son, township trustee, converted Anabaptist, community activist, my life is crammed with all things people and nature and wonder. My late father gave me this penchant for giving and getting the most out of life, my late mother the courtesy, kindness, and creativity to see the joy in life. They both taught me to cherish the people I am with. I try and fail and try again.
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4 thoughts on “Spontaneous syncopation”
Just call it a superb photo and keep the “lucky accident” part to yourself.
Thanks, Mike. It’s interesting that you honed in on that word. I hardly ever use it either in writing or speaking. I just wanted to drive home that the pic wasn’t staged.
Just call it a superb photo and keep the “lucky accident” part to yourself.
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Thanks, Mike. It’s interesting that you honed in on that word. I hardly ever use it either in writing or speaking. I just wanted to drive home that the pic wasn’t staged.
All the best,
Bruce
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We photographers like to call luck, talent!
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Thanks, Dick.
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