My Love Of Photography - Original Writing

As we know, the result of “Art is” is “Art is” which returned in an ephemeral form at the Studio Museum. All forty photographs are on display on the basement level of the galleries, which are supposedly reserved for pieces in their permanent collection. The room just outside, whether coincidentally or not, is filled with photos of students - reflecting personal memories. How the museum decides to play with this, is by missing them with old-timer photos of Harlem from the

composition of each of her photos creates a mysterious narrative that encourages the reader to question

Before starting this project, I knew very little about photography, photographers, or exactly how much impact photographical images have had on our society. I have never taken a photography class, or researched too in depth about specific pictures or photographers. This project has allowed me to delve deeper into the world of photography in order to understand just how much influence pictures can have over society’s beliefs, emotions, and understandings’. I have have chosen two highly influential photographers, Diane Arbus and Dorothea Lange, who I have found to both resonate with me and perfectly capture human emotions in way that moves others.

Robert was cleaning out his Grandmother’s house after she had passed away. In the back corner of the garage he found the most beautiful picture he had ever seen in what he believed to be the ugliest frame in the world. He recognised it as one that used to hang in the living room. The frame was intricately carved with golden inlay’s and patterns surrounding it. Robert had liked the picture once but as soon as his Grandfather died the picture disappeared and he thought no more about it. After looking at it for a few minutes the picture was placed on the charity pile.

Chapter one will be exploring the purpose of the photograph. The second chapter will discuss how feminism and social issues dominated her life. Chapter three will investigate her collaboration with other photographers, notably Tony Dennet and Rosy Martin and examine how they were influential. Lastly, the

After viewing these six pictures, I consider that it is almost impossible to feel sad or depressed when looking at Elliott Erwitt work. Finally, the essay will be finished by mentioning a quote of him that I believe perfectly represents what photography is about and how it reaches out to most people: "It's about reacting to what you see, hopefully without preconception. You can find pictures anywhere. It's simply a matter of noticing things and organizing them. You just have to care about what's around you and have a concern with humanity and the human comedy.

“The day I painted the butterfly for your mother, I came across a charming painting.” I stood and retrieved it. I sat back down with it still in my hands. “This is the most beautiful place I have ever seen, is it real?”

The violent markings of the photo album and its images, however, produce an equally powerful message that jars the memory as it disrupts and distorts the photographic chronicle of her life and that of her family and friends. The result is a complex visual experience that addresses the use of images in producing knowledge and making history.

At the beginning of my essay, I am going to attach a picture by Laura Williams, one of my favorite photographer from United Kingdom. I am going to describe her picture and tell the people why this picture is special to me. After that, I am going to tell my experience that make this picture seems special.

In “Ways of Seeing”, John Berger, an English art critic, argues that images are important for the present-day by saying, “No other kind of relic or text from the past can offer such direct testimony about the world which surrounded other people at other times. In this respect images are more precise and richer literature” (10). John Berger allowed others to see the true meaning behind certain art pieces in “Ways of Seeing”. Images and art show what people experienced in the past allowing others to see for themselves rather than be told how an event occurred. There are two images that represent the above claim, Arnold Eagle and David Robbins’ photo of a little boy in New York City, and Dorothea Lange’s image of a migratory family from Texas; both were taken during the Great Depression.

I gently sit on his empty bed, not wanting to disturb this preserved shadow box. I close my eyes; this is where he would be if he were alive, having a dream he would probably tell me about the next day. I roll onto my side, like he would, and come face to face with the picture on his bedside table — his favorite one of the two of us, the happiest friends in the world, their

I looked down at my worn photo album, the pages dogeared and yellowed from use. I flipped idly through the pages, looking at snapshots of my past, from when I was a baby, right up until recently. In almost every picture, there he was, like a benevolent shadow; always ready to jump in and make me smile or save the day. I could see it and, stranger still, feel it as my fingers brushed over the glossy images. His presence still made me feel calm even though I knew he wasn’t here with me. As my fingers traced over the still images of different events in my life, like tiny vignettes, they came to rest on one particular photo. In that image, there we lay; two smiling, sunlit faces with a backdrop of grass and the occasional wildflower dotted around

I have loved photography with a passion since the first day I took a picture. It all started when my parents gave me my first camera. I was very young, only seven or eight years old. It was your classic simple disposable film camera. It didn’t matter to me though; it was the coolest piece of technology I had ever seen. Within a few days of taking picture I used up all the film and was ready to go out and get it developed. A couple days past and my pictures came in the mail. From that day forward I’ve spent a lot of my time perfecting my techniques and final products. Over the years I switched from film photography to digital single-lens reflex photography and started shooting on many different cameras. My parents saw my passion so they invested

The lid of the chest casted a shadow on all the photographs that were buried within, except for those that were unveiled on the top of the pile. It was like my past was slowly coming into the light with many more in an eternal abyss. For the third time, I picked out another photograph. This one had a different couple. One I didn’t quite recognise. It was a wedding photo. There was a second photo clipped to it. I looked at this one and it had three individuals, one of whom was a young child. To identify this image I attempted to look for some hints. I observed the photos and eventually found the names written on the

What is a photograph? The simplicity of taking a photograph leads many to ponder its artistic value. Yet, it is undeniable that there are some photos that cause an emotional reaction deeper than simply observing a recorded point in time. Surely, there are photographs that cause more reaction than some modern art pieces. There seems to be two types of photographs. The first classification is the ‘time capture’ photo – an image with the sole purpose of recording a particular event or point in time. The second nature of a photo carries a ‘deeper meaning,’ which has the ability to change the observer’s mood and cause a reaction. But what distinguishes these two varieties? There are a