I really, really like the work of one-time civil engineer and now photographer Alec Dawson. If a picture is worth a thousand words, each one of Dawson’s eerie still-life pics is a volume. Here are several of my favorites (right-click to embiggen).
In case you missed the detail:
Some suggest abandonment:
And then there are the more explicit (and even more tragic) ones:
I could write a short story — or possibly a novella — about each and every one of these, simply because of the feelings and emotions contained in that simple picture.
I’m not even going to get into the lighting, other to say that it’s a rare skill to light a night scene without making it look contrived and artificial. And if these pics are nothing else, they’re realistic, almost hyper-realistic.
While all the above are part of Dawson’s Nocturna series, here’s a video sample of Nobody Claps Anymore. The man’s a genius.
I think I could’ve had a better morning had I not watched that; depressive is too mild a word.
No worse than reading a chapter of Joseph Conrad…
Thanks, but I’ll take Lord Jim any day.
Long exposures by someone who knows how to use “Available light” ( The remote controlled flash in your kit that you can use as a fill light counts as “Available” according to my Nikon School instructor) . Plus a knowledge of the controls available in Lightroom and apparently a willing Model.
….. or budding serial killer with a night stalker fetish..
The low-light photography was exceptionally good. The images were sick – There’s just no other way to describe them. Art should be uplifting; These showed women as trash. Ayn Rand wrote “Art is a selective re-creation of reality according to an artist’s metaphysical value-judgments.” Alec Dawson has a warped sense of reality. Women should be held up, not tossed down.
I did go to the link. It was sad in a way. Or at least the evoke pathos in me looking at them. Definitely thought provoking.