Jim "Mac" McGuire

Scuba diving fueled a passion for taking pictures that I have had for many years. With luck I will be able to scan some of my early stuff and put photos of Europe here too. I think that tonight I figured out one of the reasons that I love taking the photos I take. I was reading and listening to music using my computer and WINAMP. If you have never turned on the visualizations and watched how the music becomes the colors and the colors become the music then you haven't enjoyed music. I don't particularly care to just listen to music, it doesn't stimulate me or make me remember things that hap...

Scuba diving fueled a passion for taking pictures that I have had for many years. With luck I will be able to scan some of my early stuff and put photos of Europe here too. I think that tonight I figured out one of the reasons that I love taking the photos I take. I was reading and listening to music using my computer and WINAMP. If you have never turned on the visualizations and watched how the music becomes the colors and the colors become the music then you haven't enjoyed music. I don't particularly care to just listen to music, it doesn't stimulate me or make me remember things that happened when "that particular piece of music" was playing. But I have discovered that I love to watch music. I feel like I can be the music because I can share the way it feels as it moves and changes the colors and shapes. The colors and the rhythms that dance to the beat and the tempo of the music are magic.
Now what the hell does that have to do with my photography? It seems like I am like the music, I can shape and mold the colors of the picture..........I can make my minds eye, see what my eye told me was in that scene. The addition and subtraction of light or the absence of light (black?) is really all it is. The colors which are able to leap out of the pictures when released by adding dark or by adding light are amazing. The Anemone and the fish literally shout to be seen and with the application of light and dark they stand out and become something much more beautiful than they were when they were just a representation of what my eye saw. They became what my mind's eye saw. The trees and the clouds changed from white and green and brown to fantastic shades of gold and black and blue and pinks that only exist when god lights the fires of the sunset and tells the world good night!