Friday, July 3, 2020

Negative Space

I greatly enjoy bright sunlight and sharp shadows and absurdly saturated colors, especially in my pictures. People who have more time to spend arguing online than being out taking pictures talk a lot about the qualities they like in still photography and I have been discovering that I am less enamored of reproduction than I am of creating something with more color and contrast. I like the void of darkness or light that can be found in these sunny latitudes.
We are told to call it negative space, the area that has nothing in it, that creates a background or balance for whatever action there may be in the picture. I greatly enjoy silhouetting trees and branches and leaves against the sky, which can be any of a number of colors and shades.
At night black and white pictures give me a chance to find a black blank canvas to drop objects into negative space. For some reason the human mind prefers objects clumped in uneven numbers, one or three (as here) or five possibly.
Three Mallory Square palms photobombed by my dog at four in the morning.
Mangrove roots jutting into the negative space of a reflected moody sky: 
The best negative space of all: Florida in 1823, a long marshy peninsula of negative space, Seminoles living away from prying eyes, a few invaders at the southern tip and a few pioneers in the northern tier and the rest of previously Spanish Florida suspended in peaceful negative space with hardly any human habitation at all. Just those Seminoles soon to be attacked and moved and overrun.
I'd love to own this $175 print but ironically I lack the negative space in my van for such a large display of self indulgence. Oh well, something positive in the negative then.