When I travel, I love taking sneaky photographs. I don’t do it to catch people doing anything wrong. That would be done by accident since I’m always looking for the funny or the endearing, the sweet and unexpected bit of niceness. Nor do I want to click as someone misses a step and falls even if they execute the trick with non-RoseMary acrobatic grace. My goal is always to nab that special shot of a person, of people, especially the elderly, sharing a tender moment in a setting that ties place to person.
I am what I am - a Klutz of the first magnitude
You'd think clumsiness would fade with age the way my red hair has.
My sister Jackie taught me the fun of I-Spy snaps when we were in the Cinque Terre National Park, Italy. She takes exceptional photographs of people and nature and I work to emulate her talent.
The Jaculyn & Rosemary Italian Road Show
After forty-eight years of sisterhood, she should be used to me, especially after The Great Sister Road Trip of 1996.
Here’s one I like:
My snapping of candid pictures have been a game ever since. She’s the first person I show when I think I’ve taken a good one.
Then there are the moments you catch a group of friends chatting and, language barrier aside, I want to listen, to hear the stories they’re sharing.
This gentleman appears serene, watching the Rapallo harbor. His posture seemed relaxed. But was he? What was he thinking as he sat there, staring at the boats — from small ones to elaborate yachts? Was he in the present or thinking of a trip he’d once taken by sea from Italy to Greece?
These pictures, and the physical file of pre-digital snaps stashed in my desk drawer, are fodder for stories. Writer’s block? I don’t understand the term. Can’t you make a story about any one of these images? People are the most interesting — observing each other could fill a writer’s travel journal in no time (did you like how I snuck that little plug in there? I’m so smooth, right?)
If I’m lucky, I catch elderly couples showing sweet affection that melts my heart.
It’s important for me to see beyond the obvious. I may be busy admiring the architecture of a massive old building, but I remind myself to see the cornices, carvings, the doors themselves. There is artwork to be found everywhere. Details entice and draw me in, trying oh-so-hard to teach me something.
People can blend into a color-full crowd of bright clothing, but blurred faces or they can be seen for their individuality. We are each unique — our expressions noticed, the thoughts we ponder, the living of life full of back story.
What story do people make up about you when they catch you, unexpectedly, in a photo?
Jackie captured my husband and I seaside in Wales. It’s a photo I treasure that reminds me of new adventures in a country I fell in love with.