There is perfection. There is trial and error. There is downright rubbish. And then there are the moments where everything technical is so far out the window, it isn’t within reach, but still an image needs to be made because a story needs to be told. I refer to such work as flawed perfection.
I made this image through my tears. Why? We weren’t even 12 hours after a horrible event shook our city up. Someone, not known to me personally, lost their life doing their job. It saddened and angered many, myself included. I found myself needing to feel something that morning; something and anything besides the despair running through my body, and I needed to hold my camera because it has brought me comfort so many times before. I headed out shortly after 4am as originally planned.
The Alberta sky is a wide range of emotions and personalities. One never knows what we will truly see when we look at up the sky. On this morning, it was no different, but yet in a way it was. The mood was split. Looking east, the rising sun was ripping through the clouds and there was so much colour and light. I turned around and looked to my west – it was quiet, moody and heavy and I wasn’t sure the sun and colours would ever catch up. The sky was mimicking my emotions that morning … a heavy heart, anger and confusion, yet turning around looking at both directions showed me the sun really does rise again. I remember crying after I photographed the rising sun, so I turned back around, my old lady Canon + 70-200mm ƒ2.8 already in my hands, and banged off two frames of this scene, void of colours and light. In this moment, I didn’t care about using a tripod. I didn’t care about exposure. I didn’t care about perfection or making a great piece of art. I just wanted to capture a moment that mirrored how I felt.
Does flawed perfection give this image an edge? No. Does the accompanying text make it any more artistic than a carefully planned and executed image? Hardly. Even with all its bumps and bruises, will this image resonate with someone else, perhaps unwittingly capturing the emotion of a viewer as he or she looks at this? Possibly.
That’s the beauty of photography. You just never know.
See you in the field!