A Narrative Essay About Photography Analysis

You decided take a hike through the woods you know the area so you not going to get to lost. You head out the door and head for the woods you find a hike trail and follow it. You hear the crunching of leaves under your feet sounds of nature all around you as you continue to go along the trail. You find a trail going up and up as you go up it finally comes to an abrupt end there's a bench you sit on it and look out and see a huge forest. A lush green forest sprawled out in front of you the sun's rays illuminating certain parts of the forest you see trees swaying back and forth from the breeze. It's quite beautiful you stay there until the sun start setting and you realize you have to head back nothing else you can do so you had back. You see

There are countless aerial views of cities, mountains, ect. All of these create a sense of----

Many people do not appreciate the world and all it has to offer. The world we live in is simply amazing, for instance we are on a huge floating sphere right now. Everyone is so busy trying to live their lives they forget to take time to “smell the roses” and actually appreciate what the nature of the world has to offer. Although not everyone takes enough time from their busy lives to connect to nature, once people take the time to connect strongly with nature, they begin to open their eyes and their hearts to learn or accomplish the feelings of appreciation, amazement, and maybe even find a new found enjoyment or hobby because of nature.

I am writing back home to try and depict the exhilarating experience of Oklahoma. The vast rolling plains are so picturesque that no camera can do justice to what I see in person. The endless sea of green moves harmoniously with every breath of wind. The wildlife migrates with every dawn and dusk of the sun without disturbing God’s angelic creation. A sun that decorates the sky with every color that could be created on painter’s palette and gilds the terrain around me. The setting of the sun lasts a lifetime in its beauty but is passes in moments in reality. What is left is darkness. A darkness that coexsists with the illumination by the overwhelming abundance of stars. Each one drawing its own creation in the sky. Even at

This experience, my transcension of the physical world, leaves me to ponder the most profound questions of humanity. Topics such as the origins of our universe, the purpose of life, the impact nature and nurture have on our behavior, altruism versus egoism, and free will all begin to cloud my thoughts. Yet I am able to connect to these thoughts on a substantial level, deeply analyzing

The unusual perspective allows us to pay greater attention to the earth itself over its qualities as a landscape.

Dappled rays of sun warm their backs of cold stone as they descend slowly into their sea of green. The sight opens a door that lets as many questions as there are blades of grass in the field these figures populate. The longer you look at it, the more flecks of wonder flit before your eyes, disappearing before you’ve even started to ponder their possibilities.

Pictures hold memories; our pasts, the moments we want hidden, the moments we want to keep alive-- photography is indiscriminate. I cannot write a memoir on my early life with an accompanying picture, I do not even own one. It was not a lack of cameras, on the contrary, every singular moment of my early life was dominated by the obnoxious flashy lights. There are over 200 pictures of me that I know of, and many more that have yet to cross my path, however, the few I do know of are kept, under lock and key, by my father. I use my eyes as my cameras now, storing them on my harddrive, in a place only I can see. I have no picture of my presumably happy self to show, no picture holding my loose tooth, nearly drowning, or falling off my bike. All

If you climb a hill and study the details of a corn field you will notice the row neat as armies marching down the valley. Each row is a straight highway. Then you will see the yellow tops, glowing brilliantly as the sun. The sloping details of the hilly field makes you gasp as you look upon them. You are filled with awe and wonder.

A beautiful photograph takes some skill behind the lens, but it takes a little skill in front of it, too. In order for you to have excellent results, the photographer and the model need to have enough chemistry. Also, one thing that you shouldn’t leave behind is confidence.

I see this as a call to awareness, to look around and try to discern how much of our surroundings is 'fabricated' reality. We often become victims of our own absent-mindness, our decisions are less personal but more

Untitled is freighted with untold stories. You feel the gentle breeze along with the heat of the day; the stale grass; the mute mutterings of the wind; and that moment smothered under the weight of its sheer lassitude. This portrait is somewhat less of a person or place but more of a single moment in time. He never has diminished what he sees but somehow enlarges both the trivial and the momentous. By supposing that photography is at its most vibrant when it seeks to understand not just a setting, but a single moment in time; or even just an feeling, or hard-to-place emotion, Eggleston makes the case for photography engaging on a deeper emotional level than simple aesthetics.

He had been around the globe and back, looking at thousands of photographs, year after year, day after day, second after second, trying to fill this hole he had inside of him. It had been eight years since he lost his mother after a long and hard battle, but it had felt like a century since she was with him. Her love of photography carried on through him, and her work would never be forgotten. Her unique style and perspective was like no other, and throughout his career as a buyer of the most beautiful and most famous photos, he had never seen one quite like hers.

The purpose of this literature review is to organise and generate a good study which helps the photojournalistic community (photographer) to serve its viewers the way the viewer wants to see images in news material when they are published or broadcasted. Ansel Easton Adams one of America’s greatest landscape photographer and environmentalist mentioned that “There are always two people in every picture: the photographer and the viewer” (Stocks, 2014).

before and have always thought of as the greener pasture of which you’ve never had or even deserved access, just as you’ve never had or deserved success; the greener pasture gated community which is actually called the Greener Pastures Community—which actually has plush, excessively green grass on every surface which is not made for driving or housing. Think of all the times you tried and failed. Of all the times you were disappointed by people, by your self, think of how you never became what you always hoped you would be. Wipe any and all tears from your soon to be dead, still warm cheek. This is no time for crying. Crying is for when there is still some hope left. Now think of how the tiny fraction of your very important seeming life means just next to nothing in regard to the entire universe and several billion years from now, or from the perspective of a billion year old galaxy several million light years away from the relatively tiny pale blue speck you call your the world. Think of a tiny bubble floating for a second before popping in midair—know that this image is your life.