Feathered friend turns into 'FriendS'
As I pulled back the curtains last Sunday morning, grateful for the extra hour in bed, it seemed I was not the only one!
Clearly visible in the daylight, not one, as before, (see earlier blog post) but two Barn Owls, eyes closed snoozing away the morning. I ran upstairs to our son's room, which is virtually opposite their wall hole, and captured this amazing image.
I'd love them to be one male and one female. They can then be affectionately known as 'Robin' and 'Virginia' after our guests who spotted we had an Owl the week before. Anyone reading this who knows anything about Owl gender please let us know! (Quite liking the idea of an Owl called 'Robin'!).
Okay, I hold my hand up with this one, it's been 'tweaked' but the light from the fading afternoon sunshine was pretty amazing, creating great shadows from the contrasting bleached uprights of the decking.
As I was playing with this image I started to realise that it actually breaks a standard 'rule' of photography (the rule of 'thirds') yet it still has a comfortable aesthetic, so why?
In a college 'print critique' sort of way, I started to analyse the shot I had taken. Not only does it break the rule of thirds, but it does so dramatically, by dividing the image exactly in half in such a way you can imagine the fold line. So my conclusion was this; the perfectly positioned yacht, and the small intersection with the handrail on the right both seem to smooth the eye's transition of the sharp line of sea and sky. The gentle stratus compliments the newly laid deck boards in a way that pure blue would not, all helping to balance out the 'error' of my compositional ways!
Do all of these thoughts pass through the mind of a photographer at the moment the shutter is pressed? Maybe, but if it does it's subliminal Somehow an image forms in the head that's right for the moment and it ends up with what you see here.
Rules eh? Good to know but even better to break.
A Slumber did my Spirit Seal
A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth's diurnal course,
With rocks, and stones, and trees.
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
Jacqueline and Geoff moved to the beautiful Isle of Arran in 2012, and have been visiting since 1998.