4 weeks ago
I reached a turning point some years ago, when a friend of mine, the photographer bart breet, asked if i would like to join him to take pictures of gannets, the large sea-birds that inhabit massive colonies along the atlantic coast. an amazing experience!
but when i came home, i discovered that my photographs showed none of that atmosphere. they were technically well-executed, but looked to me like meaningless, two-dimensional portraits. in my pursuit of the perfect image, i had failed to think about the idea i wanted to communicate as distinct from the moment i was capturing.
so i had to return to try and capture what it is like to be surrounded by these magificent birds, nesting side by side on these rocky cliffs.
once again, i submerged myself amidst the nesting gannets. at first they seemed surprised by their intruder and acted a little wary. but, as i avoided eye contact, moved with caution, and spoke softly to them, they came to accept me. the intruder became a guest. soon they didn’t pay attention to me at all, too busy arguing with their neighbors.