Great Black and White Photographers, PART 3

 


1. I liked these photos because they both had one clear subject and were not crowded with too many people. I liked how they were the only people in the shot and were positioned to catch your attention.

2. In the first picture, I see a working man sitting alone on the bench, falling asleep peacefully. He slips down further in his seat as the minutes tick on. Cars rush past us, but nothing seems to bother him. I smell fresh air and flowers from the garden next to him. Cigarette smoke from his last break burns my nose as it slowly disappears into the thin October air. I can smell the scent of cement and concrete off his worn shirt. I hear him snore as he falls into a deeper sleep. Birds chirp nearby in attempt to call back their friends to the nest. Kids playing in the distance calms me as I hear their joyful laughter. I can taste the fresh fruit being put on display in a market across the street. Crisp apple floats toward me. My stomach growls at the taste of warm apple pie on a cold autumn day. I feel a sense of calm over me as I take in the relaxing day. I feel happy looking about at this small city park.I feel a cold breeze blow past me as I continue back on my way down the street.

In the second picture, I see a little boy sit uncomfortably on a wooden chair in an old room. Memories surround him as he tries to urge his mother to let him leave. Old photos of her hang on the wall alongside his grandma. I smell mold behind the rotting floor panels. Dust litters the room and swarms up to my nose. I can smell the old perfume sitting on the counter as a reminder of his proper grandmother. I hear the floor creak as the little boy shifts awkwardly in his splintering chair. His whines fill the air as he begs to leave. The walls let out a dreadful banging when the raggedy air conditioning unit kicks to life upstairs. I can taste the dust in the air. It fills my lungs with a grainy, dirty taste. My mouth stings at the taste of rotten wood. I feel the soft cloth of one of the mother's old dresses. The smooth papers on the wall brush past my fingertips. I prick my finger on a splinter of wood after accidentally hitting the bare wall.

3. I would like to create a scrapbook to display my photographer's artwork. I could include one picture on each page with a backstory on it's importance. I could also do the same on a poster, but I think it would be more interesting in the form of a scrapbook.